#i'm so glad he's still got a baby mode

[kimikoyukiart]

What I imagine my WoL and Estinien’s reactions would be to Varshann becoming a big boi

[wannabehockeygf]

Snooze - Auston Matthews

"I can't lose when I'm with you, How can I snooze and miss the moment? You just too important, Nobody do body like you do."

*** request: "Hey babes! (First time requesting, I’m a lil shy ☺️) Any chance you got something up ur sleeve for Auston Matthews? I’m in need of some fluff and domestic Auston 😗🤲🏽 pls work ur magic!"

summary: falling sick right as your boyfriend comes back from a road trip is unfortunate until he goes full nurse mode.

pairing: auston matthews x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: vomiting, talk about pregnancy, talk about over-the-counter drugs. notes:

hiiii requester! i'm so glad ur here and got me writing something fluffy i've been way too angsty lately !

i've never done this basic sick trope, hope it went well

originally wanted to do sick auston but ehhhhh

this was a quick write so apologies for typos if there are any

***

You fell asleep after cooking dinner, patiently waiting for your boyfriend’s return from his road trip. You’re still not used to the whole WAG thing—having him away half the time—but every time he comes back, you make it your mission to give him the best welcome and show how much you missed him, whether through a home-cooked meal or… other things. Except today, it feels different.

First, it’s the runny nose. Then, the scratchy, sore throat. Soon enough, you feel like a zombie, but you power through to make dinner, even though Auston texts you to let you know their plane from Minneapolis is delayed. Still—if you finish cooking now, you can get some sleep and hope this awful bug you seem to have caught will pass soon.

The Dayquil you took must be messing with your brain because even though you’re no longer fully asleep, you barely register your dog leaping off the couch, his paws padding on the hardwood floor as he goes down the hallway to investigate the sound of the door opening. Soon enough, his footsteps are accompanied by heavier ones—and a voice. “I’m… home?” Auston says, his voice getting smaller as he realizes your predicament.

The sound of Auston’s voice tugs you out of your foggy, fever-dazed state, though you can only half-process it. Your brain feels like mush, your limbs heavy and tangled in the blankets on the couch. You hear your dog’s tail thumping on the floor, a traitor in this situation because you’d much rather sink into the cushions and disappear than acknowledge anyone’s presence right now.

“Hey…” His voice is softer now, footsteps echoing in the quiet house. You try to blink away the haze, but your eyelids feel like lead. Your throat burns, your head throbs, and for some reason, Auston still seems far away—like you’re watching him through a foggy lens.

The blanket you’ve buried yourself under rustles as he gently peels it back, revealing the disheveled mess that is you. “Oh, baby…” Auston’s voice is filled with concern, and his hand is warm as it cups your cheek, turning your head toward him. His thumb traces over your skin, wiping away what’s probably a mixture of sweat and sleep.

“Feel like I got hit by a truck,” you rasp, your voice cracking. That sore throat has escalated to full-on gravelly. Perfect.

Auston chuckles, but it’s laced with worry. “You look like it too, honestly.”

You groan, pushing his hand away weakly. “I wanted to surprise you with dinner, not look like a hot mess.”

He doesn’t respond to that, instead sitting beside you on the couch and pulling you into him, tucking your head under his chin. You feel his heartbeat against your cheek, the steady thump soothing despite the illness clouding your head. His arms wrap around you, strong and comforting, his presence like a warm blanket—way better than the scratchy one you threw on yourself earlier.

“You don’t need to do anything special. Just rest,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your forehead. You feel the coolness of his hand stroke your arm, almost rhythmic, as if he thinks he can rub the sickness out of you.

You shift in his embrace, trying to find a comfortable position, but your body feels stiff and achy. “I was fine earlier,” you mumble against his chest, though your voice is hardly convincing. “Thought it was just allergies or something.”

Auston laughs softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Yeah, because allergies totally make you look like a zombie.” He shifts so you’re lying down, your head resting on his lap now as his hand strokes your hair. “You should’ve told me you weren’t feeling good. I could’ve picked up something on the way back.”

You crack an eye open, just enough to glare at him. “I didn’t want to be a bother. You’re the one who had a long road trip.”

He rolls his eyes, and you can feel him adjust, leaning forward just enough to kiss the top of your head. “You’re not a bother. You’re literally my favorite person. Sick or not.”

That warmth in your chest spreads, despite the fact that your stomach is doing flips now—whether from his sweetness or the bug, you can’t tell. Probably both. You press your face into his leg, hiding your blush behind a groan. “Ugh, stop being so cute. You’re gonna make me throw up.”

Auston grins down at you. “I’d rather that not happen. But hey, if you do, I’ll hold your hair back.”

“Such a gentleman,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Your stomach, however, decides it has a different plan. As if on cue, a wave of nausea hits you out of nowhere, and you shoot upright, nearly headbutting Auston in the process. He moves with alarming quickness, his hands on your shoulders as you scramble to your feet.

“Baby, are you—” He doesn’t even finish the question before you bolt, making a beeline for the bathroom. You barely make it to the toilet before your stomach betrays you, and you regret every life choice that led you to this moment.

Auston is right behind you, crouching down beside you, and without missing a beat, he gathers your hair in his hands, pulling it back gently as you retch. “Shh, I’ve got you,” he soothes, his voice barely a whisper. He rubs your back in slow circles, the motion comforting even as you feel like death warmed over.

Your limbs feel like jelly as you lean over the toilet bowl, the cool porcelain a brief relief against the firestorm in your stomach. The nausea finally starts to subside, leaving you in that weird limbo between feeling terrible and somehow worse because your body has emptied everything it possibly could. Auston is still beside you, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your face, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back.

"You okay?" he murmurs, his voice so soft it barely reaches your ears.

You want to lie. You want to tell him you’re fine and that you can just get back to the couch, but the effort feels monumental. So, instead, you give a half-hearted thumbs up, the universal sign of I'm alive, but barely. You can almost feel Auston’s chuckle before you hear it—a low rumble in his chest that he tries to suppress, clearly more focused on being the supportive boyfriend right now than the snarky one.

“I’m… I’m okay, really,” you croak, trying to muster some dignity despite the situation. Your hair sticks to your face in places, and you can still taste the sour remnants of your last meal. Dignity is a lost cause at this point.

"Yeah, you look great," he deadpans, though his hands never stop their comforting movements. His concern is palpable, like a storm cloud hanging over both of you. Then, after a beat, he asks quietly, "Do you think you're... you know, pregnant?"

The question hits you like a ton of bricks. You blink, staring at the tiles in front of you for a moment as your brain tries to process what he just said. “Pregnant?” Your voice cracks, more bewildered than anything.

He shifts behind you, and when you turn your head slightly, you catch the tail end of his nervous expression—chewing on the inside of his cheek like he always does when he’s thinking too hard. “I mean, you’re sick, and tired, and you threw up, and…” His voice trails off awkwardly, like he’s walking a verbal tightrope.

You stare at him, blinking slowly as the words sink in. Then you snort. Actually snort. You probably look ridiculous—kneeling in front of a toilet bowl, hair a mess, face flushed with fever, and now choking on laughter. “Auston,” you manage to get out between chuckles, “I am not pregnant.”

His brow furrows in confusion, clearly not convinced. "How do you know? I mean, we weren’t exactly—" He fumbles for the right words, his ears going a little pink. "Careful."

You laugh weakly, waving a hand. “Trust me. This is not the immaculate conception. I’m just sick.” You groan, leaning back against the bathroom wall. “Why is it that anytime a woman feels like crap, people jump to ‘pregnant’?”

Auston sits beside you, stretching out his legs as he leans back, mimicking your posture. He’s still watching you with concern, though the edge softens into something more playful. “Well, you didn’t exactly rule it out, and now I’m over here freaking out,” he mutters, nudging your arm lightly.

“I mean, unless I caught this flu from immaculate baby Jesus, you’re gonna be fine,” you teased, even though you could feel your body still shivering from the remnants of your fever. “It’s just a bug. I’ll live. Probably.” You closed your eyes for a second, letting the coolness of the tile press into your back. It was oddly soothing.

Auston exhales slowly, then wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you toward him with gentle insistence. "Okay, fine. But you’re taking a pregnancy test tomorrow just to double-check." He pauses, his lips brushing lightly against your temple. "For my peace of mind."

You turn your head slightly, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “You’re that nervous about it?”

"You literally do my laundry, baby." he quips, but his smirk is soft, a far cry from the usual teasing gleam in his eyes.

As you slump against the bathroom wall, the cool tile pressing into your overheated skin, you feel the fatigue deep in your bones. Every muscle aches, and the nausea drains you, but the ridiculousness of the situation still bubbles in the back of your mind. You can’t help but crack a small smile despite it all. Auston, freaking out about the possibility of becoming a dad, all because you caught a stupid bug.

You open your eyes just a sliver, catching sight of him sitting beside you, still so close, like he’s afraid you might keel over any second. His brows are drawn together, worry lines creasing his forehead as his gaze flicks between you and the toilet. God, he really is concerned. The thought tugs at something warm in your chest, even as your stomach twists in unpleasant ways. He cares so much, and even though you feel like death, it’s kind of adorable.

“I promise I’m not pregnant,” you croak, voice still hoarse, though you try to make it sound reassuring. “But honestly… you’d be a great dad.” You’re not even sure why you say it—maybe it’s the fever, or maybe the meds messing with your brain—but the moment the words are out, you see his eyes soften. A flicker of something deeper crosses his face—surprise, maybe? But it’s quickly replaced by a tenderness that makes your chest ache in a different way.

His arms slide around you, and you let him pull you into his warmth, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. “I don’t know about that,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the top of your head. “Like I said, I can barely take care of myself sometimes.”

You scoff, though it comes out more like a weak wheeze. “Please. You know I don’t mind doing it, and you’re already taking care of me right now. You’d do just fine.” You nuzzle into him, the weight of your exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. Everything feels heavy, but his embrace is grounding—like being wrapped up in your favorite blanket, only warmer and so much more comforting. You could stay here forever, tucked under his chin, breathing in his familiar scent, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a momentary calm.

Auston chuckles softly, his fingers now brushing through your hair, untangling the mess with gentle strokes. “Well, if this is a preview of dad life,” he teases, though his voice is still thick with concern, “I guess I better start practicing.”

You hum, not really able to come up with a witty reply. You’re too focused on the way his thumb traces soothing patterns over your arm, each motion slow and deliberate. It’s as if he thinks his touch alone can magically make the sickness disappear. Honestly, if anyone could will you back to health, it’d probably be him. That thought alone makes your heart squeeze a little tighter.

Then, without warning, your stomach lurches again, and you scramble to sit up, pushing against Auston’s chest with a panicked look in your eyes. “No, no, no—” you groan, but it’s too late. He moves quickly, helping you back toward the toilet just as another wave of nausea hits.

This time, it isn’t as bad—your body has already rid itself of whatever it could, but still, you kneel there, heaving and gagging, feeling absolutely miserable. Auston never leaves your side, though, still holding your hair back like it’s his personal mission to keep you from suffering alone.

By the time you’re done, the nausea subsides into a dull ache, leaving you feeling empty and more exhausted than ever. You sag against the toilet, eyes closed, breathing slowly as you try to steady yourself. Auston’s hand is on your back again, those familiar, slow circles that bring some small semblance of relief.

“I think… I’m officially dying,” you mumble, voice barely above a whisper.

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Well, you can’t die yet. I haven’t carried you to bed.”

You crack an eye open, looking up at him through your lashes. “You’re not actually gonna carry me, are you?”

“Watch me.”

Before you can protest, Auston scoops you up effortlessly, one arm under your knees and the other around your back, cradling you against his chest. You blink in surprise, though part of you is too tired to argue. His body is solid beneath you, and you feel strangely weightless in his arms. For a moment, you let yourself lean into him, closing your eyes again as the room sways gently with each step he takes.

“I told you I’m fine,” you murmur, though your voice lacks conviction.

“And I told you I’d carry you,” he replies softly, his lips brushing the top of your head again. His steps are slow, careful, like he’s afraid to jostle you too much. It’s oddly comforting, being cared for so thoroughly when you’re at your worst. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping into your own, his steady breathing a contrast to the chaotic mess that is your fevered mind.

When he reaches the bedroom, he sets you down gently on the bed, pulling the covers up around you with such tenderness it makes your chest ache again. You watch him as he moves around the room—grabbing a glass of water, adjusting the pillows, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible. Every small action feels like a testament to how much he cares, even when you feel like a walking disaster.

As you settle into the covers, warmth floods over you, and for a brief moment, it’s like the illness has loosened its relentless grip. Auston stands at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, his brow knitted with that familiar crease of worry. It’s a look he often gets when you’re upset or hurt—a furrowed expression that makes his normally relaxed face seem older, more serious. You hate seeing him like that.

“Babe, you really don’t need to…” you trail off as Auston climbs into bed beside you without hesitation. His body, solid and reassuring, sinks into the mattress, and you feel the familiar dip as he scoots closer, trying to nestle himself against your side. Usually, cuddling with him is the best—all warmth and muscle—but today, you’re not having it.

“Auston,” you rasp, a half-hearted protest bubbling up in your throat, “I don’t want you to catch this.” You’re all too aware of your clammy skin and the fact that you probably look like death warmed over, but his warmth is impossible to resist. Still, you try to shift away, though the effort is weak at best.

“Like I care,” he murmurs, voice soft as his arm loops around your waist, pulling you back toward him. His hand slips under the blanket, warm against your chilled skin as he rubs small circles on your back. You can practically hear the concern in the way his breath hitches every time you cough, the way his body tenses when you wince.

Your mind is foggy, caught in a web of fever and exhaustion, but you still manage a weak chuckle. “You say that now, but wait until you’re bedridden, too. You’ll regret this.”

He huffs a laugh, but the sound is more exasperation than humor. “I’ve got a strong immune system. You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

Despite yourself, you can’t help but relax a little in his embrace, even though your brain keeps flashing warning signs. You don’t want to be responsible for passing this awful sickness on to him, but god, he feels so solid, so steady. Like if you just let yourself melt into him for a little longer, maybe the world will stop spinning and the aches in your bones will fade away.

But of course, you can’t make it that easy. “You’re too close,” you mumble, weakly pushing at his chest, though there’s no real force behind it. “I’m serious, Auston. I’m a walking plague right now.”

“Plague or not, I’m staying right here.” His voice is soft, but there’s an edge of stubbornness to it—like he’s daring you to try and get rid of him. “Besides, I’ve been exposed already. If I’m gonna get sick, it’s too late now.”

You want to argue, but the way his thumb traces the curve of your jaw, so gently and so deliberately, is enough to silence any protests that might’ve formed. It’s ridiculous, really—here you are, a fever-ridden mess, and all you can think about is how warm and comforting his touch feels.

A small sigh escapes your lips, the last of your resistance crumbling as you let yourself sink against him. “You’re a stubborn idiot,” you mutter, though there’s no real bite to the words.

Auston chuckles, his breath warm against your temple. “I’m your stubborn idiot.”

A faint smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, despite the pounding headache that still lingers at your temples. “You’re lucky I love you,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper now, too tired to muster anything more.

His arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer as if he can protect you from the sickness wreaking havoc on your body. His chin rests on the top of your head, and you can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—slow, even, so unlike your own rapid, fevered pulse. It’s grounding in a way, that simple sound, like the whole world has narrowed down to just the two of you in this bed.

“I’d do anything for you, baby,” he whispers, his voice so soft you almost don’t catch it. “Even if it means catching the flu.”

You try to respond, but the exhaustion is relentless, each wave of it pulling you further under, like you’re sinking into a pool of molasses, slow and suffocating. Yet somehow, despite the feverish fog clouding your brain, you’re hyperaware of everything—the scratch of the sheets against your skin, the soft hum of the air conditioner, and especially Auston. His arms around you are solid, like a lifeline anchoring you in the midst of your internal chaos, and you cling to him, desperate for any kind of grounding.

He hasn’t moved an inch since he settled in beside you, his hold unyielding but gentle, and despite everything—the nausea, the headache, the overall grossness of being sick—you can’t help but feel a tiny bit grateful. For all his stubbornness, for all his insistence on staying close even when you’re very clearly the embodiment of every flu symptom combined, he’s making it better, somehow. Just by being there. Just by being Auston.

Your breath hitches as another cough wracks your chest, making you wince, but his hand is already there, smoothing up and down your back in soothing strokes, like he knows exactly how much it hurts without you having to say a word. The touch is slow, methodical, as if he thinks it might heal you, and part of you wishes it could. You lean into it, letting out a small, defeated sigh as your body sags further into the mattress, too tired to hold up its own weight.

“Baby, you okay?” His voice is a low murmur, barely above a whisper, but you feel the concern threading through it. You hear it in the way he holds his breath every time you cough, the way his body tenses every time you shift, like he’s bracing himself for something worse.

“I’m fine,” you rasp, though the words come out strained, barely audible through your hoarse throat. You feel the scratchiness like sandpaper with every syllable. “Just… tired.”

His hand doesn’t stop moving, sliding from your back to your arm, then back up again, a slow, deliberate pattern. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, like he’s studying every little twitch, every breath. It’s almost ridiculous, how serious he is about it all, but then again, it’s Auston. He’s always been like this—quietly intense, all his emotions simmering beneath the surface but never quite spilling over. Right now, though, it feels like the concern is leaking through the cracks.

You tilt your head just enough to peek up at him, catching the sight of his brow still furrowed in that familiar crease of worry. His lips are pressed into a thin line, and you can practically see the wheels turning in his head, like he’s trying to figure out how to fix it, how to make you feel better when there’s really nothing he can do. The sight tugs at something deep in your chest, that same warmth you always feel when you catch him being so… him.

“Hey,” you croak, your voice barely above a whisper, but he turns his head instantly, his attention snapping to you. “Can you, um…” You trail off, too tired to finish the sentence, but the question is already there in your mind, lingering on your lips. You just can’t seem to get it out.

Auston raises an eyebrow, waiting patiently for you to continue. His hand never stops its slow, soothing pattern on your back, and it’s both comforting and a little distracting.

“Can you, like… talk to me?” The words tumble out in a rushed breath, and you close your eyes for a second, feeling heat creep up your cheeks despite the fever. “About your road trip or whatever. Distract me.”

For a moment, there’s silence, and you crack an eye open, only to see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “You want me to talk about the games?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice now, but it’s gentle, soft. “You never ask me to talk about hockey.”

You manage a weak chuckle, though it quickly turns into another cough, making you groan. “Yeah, well… desperate times, Matthews. Desperate times.”

He laughs, a quiet sound that rumbles low in his chest, and you feel it more than hear it. “Alright, alright,” he relents, his voice dropping back to that soft, soothing tone. “Where do you want me to start? Game one? The flights? The boys?”

“Anything,” you mumble, eyes already fluttering shut as the sound of his voice wraps around you like a blanket. “Just… keep talking.”

Auston hums in thought, his fingers now trailing through your hair, untangling the mess with the same careful attention he gives everything else. “Okay,” he says, his voice low and soothing as his hand stills for a moment, like he’s gathering his thoughts. “Let’s see… well, first off, the travel sucked as usual. You’d think after all these years, we’d get better planes, but nope. Same old uncomfortable seats, same old cramped legroom.”

You hum, grateful for the distraction as you focus on the cadence of his voice. Auston’s travel complaints are nothing new, but there’s something comforting in the way he talks about it, like it’s part of the routine, something steady in the middle of everything else that feels like it’s spinning out of control.

“And then, of course, Mitch and Willy were at it again, arguing about who has the better Spotify playlist. Mitch swears by his ‘pump-up’ songs, but I’m telling you, Willy listens to the weirdest stuff. One minute it’s Swedish rap, and the next, it’s some random indie band no one’s ever heard of. He tries to get me to listen, but I just—" He pauses, catching himself, his hand rubbing your arm now. "Sorry, am I boring you?"

You manage a small smile, though it probably looks more like a grimace. “No. Keep going. Anything’s better than thinking about how close I am to throwing up again.”

Auston chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest where you’re nestled against him. “Alright, well, the games were solid. You know, nothing too crazy. Played a lot of good defense—made some good plays. I’ll spare you the details.” He glances down at you, his eyes meeting yours for a moment, and you catch the warmth in his gaze. “You’d probably fall asleep if I started breaking down the power plays.”

“I might fall asleep anyway,” you murmur, your eyelids heavy as his fingers brush a stray strand of hair away from your face. “But, like… in a good way. Your voice is nice.”

He grins at that, and you feel the shift in the way he holds you, like he’s relaxing just a little, relieved to see you even a fraction more comfortable. “Thanks,” he whispers as he pulls you a little closer, resting his chin on the top of your head now. “I’ll keep talking then. What else… Oh, yeah, you would’ve laughed at Mitch trying to prank me. He thought he could sneak up on me after practice and dump water down my back, but I saw him coming from a mile away. I let him think he was being slick, though—right up until I turned around and drenched him instead.”

A weak laugh bubbles up in your throat, though it quickly turns into a cough. Auston immediately shifts, his hand rubbing your back as the coughing fit passes. “Okay, maybe no more making you laugh,” he says, genuine concern in his voice now. “Sorry, baby.”

You wave him off, still catching your breath. “No, no, it’s fine. I needed that. Distract me more. Tell me something else stupid Mitch did.”

Auston smirks, settling back into the pillows and pulling you with him, his body curving around yours protectively. “Well, there was this one time during warm-ups where he—"

As he continues, the warmth of his voice washes over you like a balm, each word lulling you further into a state of calm. It’s ridiculous, really, how much comfort you find in him recounting these silly stories, but right now, it’s exactly what you need. Just him, here, distracting you from the misery of being sick.

You close your eyes, letting the sound of Auston’s voice blend into the background, the rise and fall of his chest beneath you becoming the most grounding thing in the world. You’re not sure when you start to drift, but at some point, his words fade into a soft murmur, and you find yourself teetering on the edge of sleep.

The last thing you remember is the feel of his fingers brushing through your hair one last time, his voice a soft hum in your ear as he whispers, “I love you. Get some rest, baby.”

[hisui-dreamer]

rewrite the stars

Characters: Leona, Azul, Jade, Idia

Synopsis: if the stars say we're not meant to be, then why don't we just rewrite the stars?

Tags: horoscopes, reader is insecure, crack(?), fluff, comfort, not proofread

Word count: 1.4k+

Notes: rewrite the stars got stuck in my head then this idea popped up hehe

Disclaimer: i don't really know a lot about astrology, so most of the things i say are from google searches. in general, take astrology with a grain of salt yeah.

but also my sign and jade's sign are compatible hehehe

Masterlist

it's not easy being confident in love, and sometimes when you get so lost in your fears, you let anyone and anything tell you what you fear to admit, without a care for how truthful those words may be.

truthfully, if you were dead serious and broke up with him, he'd just grumble out a "whatever" and put up the façade that he doesn't care

but he'd actually be so mad at himself for pushing you away and how nothing in his life could ever go smoothly

but your eyes are swollen and tears are threatening to spill as you whisper those words

he silently approaches you, and instinctively reaches to brush your tears away, but his warm, calloused hand only makes you cry harder at how much you love the man before your eyes

he pulls you into his arms and holds you close as you sob into his chest

he doesn't say anything and waits for you to elaborate, there's a part of him that's afraid if he asked you why you wanted to break up with him, he couldn't bear how his own self-hatred

once you've calmed down, you start explaining how you two are incompatible in astrology, that he's a leo so it's easy for miscommunication to happen and other issues that have plagued you since you read about them

he's heard all this make believe astrology personality stuff before, but never before has he been glad of how ridiculous the idea is

you hear leona let out a big sigh, and the tension in his shoulders immediately lessens

pulls away from you to stare deep into your eyes, his face completely serious and solemn

"Herbivore, are you happy with me?" he asks. At you confused face, he repeats the question, his expression unchanging. When you nod firmly, he smiles slightly and asks again. "Then what else matters? As if I would let the souls of the past kings or some random star talk decide who I'm gonna love," he scowls at the idea. He leans forward and rests his forehead against yours. "You're stuck with me now, I'm not lettin' ya go that easily," he whispers.

He pulls you with him as he falls back onto the mattress, cradling you in his arms. "Sleep. You're not a baby anymore so don't go crying yourself to sleep," he teases, but he gently kisses the remainder of your tears away.

azul.exe has stopped functioning

blubbering like a fish out of water (wait...) he's lost and hurt and confused and panicking all at the same time

"w-w-what have i done to upset you angelfish????"

the tweels walk into azuls office just to see the two of you crying and confused, azul trying to ask you why and he's sad and crying, you're stumbling over your words and sniffing and crying

ok after a glass of warm water (thank you jade) the two of you calm down to actually have a proper conversation, though azul is still very obviously tense

you explain that he's a Pisces and that means you two not compatible with how sensitive he is and he's a water sign and so on

azul is very confused about how stars can determine people's personalities, but he does fit the description of a Pisces, and if his beloved Angelfish is stressed over astrology, then it must be a reliable tell (azul no)

he asks for you to give him some time, to actually understand your reasonings and of course, to give him a chance and prove to you how willing he is to work out a relationship with you

the next day, azul visits you with very deep dark eye circles, but the glint in his eyes shows full determination and confidence

azul businessman mode on!

sits you down and pulls up a slideshow

azul ashengrotto is now an astrology expert!

he's determined to show you that you two have maximum compatibility and whatever issues you have? he'll always work them out with you

"Darling, you mentioned our Sun signs yesterday, but I think it's crucial to also discuss our rising, moon, and star signs." He declares as he points to a star chart. "Now, following the calculations of our birth dates and locations..."

An hour later, you sit completely convinced that astrology all but supports your relationship with Azul, and you can't help smile and jump into his arms. Azul, sleep deprived and running on anxiety, somehow manages to not fall over, but soon leans his weight on you. "See? We're perfectly compatible with each other," he murmurs against your ear. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you gently, "so please don't leave me, I wouldn't know what to do without you..."

eyes wide slowly blinking like "... I beg your pardon?"

honestly jade doesn't look that surprised/hurt

but really he's suppressing the turmoil of emotions inside him

ever the logical thinker, he'd ask a calm "May I ask why, my dear?"

and you surprise him again with flowing tears and a trembling voice

though he's listening very patiently as he's diligently wiping away your tears with his handkerchief, soft careful movements to avoid causing discomfort

asks questions when he doesn't understand what in astrology is going on, genuinely making an effort to understand this field of academics

in a sense, he's distracting you from being upset with academic discussion

okay, he's a Scorpio, which makes him good at manipulating people??? and he's very bold??

now while he finds all this very interesting and slightly accurate, it still feels pretty whimsical that the time you're born in determines your personality

particularly as he's so different to Floyd! and they were born at the same time!

whichever the case, the more pressing issue is his dearest lover sniffing and whining that you could never be happy together with how incompatible you are

he pulls you into his chest for a bit, rubbing soothing circles into your back and leaving gentle kisses you until your sniffing quiets down

"Dearest, won't you look at me?" he murmurs against your ear. You look up to see the most tender expression you had ever seen on him, his mismatched eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"While it is indeed extremely unfortunate that our star signs are incompatible, I don't believe there's a single person out there who could love me better than you do," he says as he kisses your hand. "I promise that your happiness will always be my utmost priority, so won't you continue to love this silly eel?"

"Now, while I will always find you enchantingly beautiful, I do believe a smile shines the brightest on my lovely pearl," he smiles while brushing the remaining wetness away from your eyes.

simply put, idia panics immediately

every day he thinks the fates have been far too kind to him for you to even reciprocate his feelings

he's always mentally preparing himself if you want to break up or you need to leave him

so he puts up a brave face when you say you can't be together

but wait... you actually look really upset and on the verge of tears???

"Hold up, why are you the one crying?"

please don't tell him those are tears of joy i think he'd die on the spot

through sobs and sniffs, you tell him that you were curious about your compatibility based on astrology

and okay...? he's a fire sign??? explains the hair

okay so you're telling him, you're breaking up with him solely because you think this thing might be right and not because you hate him, right?

brb gotta blow up some stars

starts mumbling about some plans to build space missiles and blow up some stars that make up his sign or something

he can't be an asparagus(??? idia no it's sagittarius doesn't matter) if the constellation no longer exists, right?

you stop him (thank god) by cupping both of his cheeks to make him stare straight at you

he's flushing up instantly and every fiber of his being yearned to turn away but your teary gaze makes him stop squirming

"You know," he begins, his voice earnest and steady, "everyday, I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. If you're unworthy of me, then I'm unworthy of you."

He lets out a chuckle, that rumble echoing right into your ear. "I suppose I can put those star destroyer blueprints on hold, at least for the time being. But if the stars ever mess with us again, it's game over for them."

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[silent-sanctum]

Your last fics tearing my hearts apart😭😭Anyways may I request jotaro kujo with a pregnant s/o? He probably would be defensive like that time when Holly got the fever

Ah yes! We have another 2-for-1 special! But let's make it a list of headcanons to switch things up 😉This one's for @lolsandlmaos and anon, and let me just say, yes; I love writing wholesome dadtaro content and I'm glad the audience likes some wholesome dadtaro content too. So, hope you enjoy! ♡

Before I start, can we all just silently agree that Jotaro really just wanted a family of his own canonically?

Think about it, we know he isn't the type to sleep around at random. What if the man wanted what his grandparents had and live a life without the Stand bs? The fact he found somebody and had a kid with her tells us that he tried to make it work, but we know that it didn't as we see in the series.

"I've always cherished you"

He wanted that life. He wanted to be a good father to his daughter. But he couldn't because of the family curse.

Anyways! Let's forget the canon for a moment and delve into some wholesome headcanons!

When he first heard the news, he was pleasantly surprised that he couldn't speak for a solid minute. He simply stared at you with wide eyes and stunned silence.

Later that day, the man is glued to your side holding you in his arms and he's uncharacteristically showing affection: He's nuzzling your neck, planting kisses wherever he could, gently swaying you back and forth, and most importantly, he's often caressing your flat tummy.

Now that's done with, Jotaro's already gone into Papa Wolf mode as early as the first weeks

He knows he isn't the sunny Golden Retriever type of guy like his grandfather or great-grandfather, so he isn't naturally attuned to being a first-time dad. Lowkey, he's anxious he might end up as a shitty husband in the process.

But what he does know is that he loves to research, is adaptable, and is a quick learner

He begins to visit the nearby library and study "maternal and child care". Then proceeds to go over what to do for each trimester, he studies proper diet and eating patterns for pregnant partners, and studiously digests a whole book's worth of "How to be a Good Father".

Being in this mode also means he naturally becomes protective of you. He makes sure that he has time for you and your needs. Want to go anywhere out of the house? He'll be accompanying you there. No doubt.

If anyone even remotely makes a rude remark about you, Star Platinum has already punched their teeth out.

If you thought Jotaro couldn't cook, then think again because when his partner is pregnant, you bet your ass that he'll learn how to cook faster than you expected him to.

At first, he's still working on the basics like knowing what ingredients and kitchen paraphernalia should be used. He has a recipe book or two propped up for him to skim over and study. He even calls Holly for cooking tutorials when he feels like he's hit a learning slump. His mother has already booked a ticket to your place and immediately teaches her son numerous cooking lessons

Weeks later, you're surprised that Jotaro has become a natural in the kitchen, being able to dish out your favorites with seemingly no issue. It turns out that while Jotaro did most of the work, he had Star assist him with the "finer" stuff (i.e. measurements, cutting, etc.)

Suffice it to say, he takes pride in himself that he can now make you smile with his newfound talent.

Then there are the cravings. Of course, when you ask him to buy the most random food combinations, Jotaro would simply say "okay" and buy them anyway, as long as the food choices weren't harmful to you and the baby. He'd also give you food even if you asked him in the ass crack of morning.

Anything to make you happy after all

When it comes to building the nursery, Jotaro leaves you to do the interior designing and aesthetic choices since he's shit at that. But when the furniture arrives in their boxes, then it's time for him to step in and does all the arranging, moving, and assembling for you. Have a planned layout? He'll follow them. Want the walls painted a certain color? No problem.

After you planned everything out and he finished his tasks, the nursery ended up being marine-themed with all the pastel blues and aquatic decor like sea animal plushies, a shell lamp, glow-in-the-dark fish wall stickers, and more bringing life to the place.

Remember when I said he'd do work, yeah he'll do the work. House husband style. He'll do the chores and let you rest, grumpily insisting you sit and relax when you try to convince him that you can do the lighter tasks.

From time to time, when both of you aren't doing anything, Jotaro would occasionally turn to your round stomach and reach forward to caress it, blushing as he does so.

Then a kick happens and the man's fully attuned to you in awe. On the outside, he's still a calm dude but deep down, he's so excited that the baby responded to his touch. You ended up scooting closer to him, seeking cuddles while he reciprocates as he still continues to stroke your tummy.

Jotaro, at this point in his life, has the patience of a monk towards his loved ones, so when the mommy mood swings kick in, he is more than ready to adapt to your every emotional breakdown even if he's just going to be there to either take it, calm you, or comfort you in silence

That also includes the part where you become horny. Of course, he'll be gentler with you during this time of your pregnancy, but he can't help but include a few rough bucks of his hip when he's about to go off the edge.

Other times, just touching you can help ease that heightened libido

He'll immediately drive you to the hospital once your water breaks. He'll wait with you throughout labor, hoping his soft caresses are enough to make up for his lack of comforting words. At times, Star will come out to help him distract you from the contractions.

He'd pace around outside the delivery room, anxious with his mind already overthinking what bad could happen to you and the baby. It's a good thing Holly is there to help reassure her son that his wife and child would be okay.

When Jotaro finally gets to visit, his eyes land on the swaddled little one in her tiny crib stationed beside your bed. He beelines straight to it and pauses in complete awe at the tiny baby cooing before him.

You can't help but giggle as your husband's eyes start to water as he gingerly reaches down to pick up his newborn daughter. He's still in awe, completely fixated on baby Jolyne.

Then after he sits down on the chair by your bedside, he brings his index to touch her and his heart skips a beat when the baby grasps it with her whole hand.

And the waterworks are broken and he ends up leaning against your side while you nuzzle against him as he tries to regain composure from tearing up so much from seeing and feeling his bundle of joy.

Admittedly, Jotaro is scared about whether he'd do a good job being a father, but to both you and himself, he promises that he'll do his damn best.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello and how are you? I'm glad that we can request again but also hope you are doing well

So for my request. This is probably my first time, requesting Beast Wars, so been enjoying reading the Beast Wars, especially the 'Finding an Abandoned Sparkling' and it got me thinking of this request

Can you do Blackarachnia become a Mom to a sparkling?

Blackarachnia would take a lot of time to warm up to the kid. Also, this can take place before Blackarachnia joins the Maximal. I also imagine that the sparkling would take a lot of time warming up to Silverbolt because the baby thinks he's taking blackarachnia's time and/or love

Ty and take care!

The sparklings are back!

Hope you enjoy!

Blackarachnia with an abandoned sparkling

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader

BW

The sparkling’s alt mode is a gecko.

The Predacon’s had recently acquired something new from their latest patrol.

Something Blackarachnia didn’t know about, something she needed to know about.

She thought that it was some sort of relic or more news about the Golden discs.

She was not expecting a sparkling, with a reptilian alt mode, nonetheless.

Why couldn't they be a spider?

The sparkling looks all around its new surroundings but stops seeing Blackarachnia.

They squeal and transform out of Inferno’s servos and waddles up to the spider and attempt to give her a hug.

“Beat it kid. I don’t do hugs.”--Blackarachnia

Blackarachnia pushes them away only to find them stuck on her servo.

“What in the Allspark!? Get off of me!”--Blackarachnia

Megatron smirks at this interaction.

“Thank you Blackarachnia for volunteering to take care of the newest recruit of the Predacon cause, yes.”--Megatron

“What?!”--Blackarachnia

“Why not? Look how attached they are already. Yes, you’ll do.”--Megatron

Megatron walks away before Blackarachnia can say anything else.

The sparkling happily swinging from her outstretched servo.

Blackarachnia thought this was a terrible idea.

She hates kids!

Yet the little fella was literally stuck to her side.

Curse those digits.

She did learn to live with the smaller shadow following her every move.

It was tolerable…

Despite openly saying she despised having the little one with her, Blackarachnia refused to have most Predacon’s babysit them.

Tarantulas and Megatron are at the top of her ‘Do not leave them alone at all cost’ list.

Blackarachnia kneeling in front of the sparkling.

“Okay kid, you’ll hold down the fort until I come back, okay?”--Blackarachnia

The sparkling hums in agreement.

Blackarachnia stands up and looks at Waspinator.

“Anything happens to them, there won’t be a CR Chamber that could put you back together. Am I clear?”--Blackarachnia

Waspinator gulps and nods in agreement.

The sparkling waddles up to Waspinator wanting upsies, which Waspinator happily complies.

The spider watches the two go back inside the ship.

Quickstrike walks up to her.

“Aw! C’mon Sugarbot! Why can’t I take care of the kiddo? You know you’ll need a strong and handsome mech to watch over them…”--Quickstrike

“Well Cowboy, in case you forgot, your also on patrol.”--Blackarachnia

“Oh yeah…”--Quickstrike

Blackarachnia had a small habit of doing some things without thinking about the consequences. Not with a lot of things, but some things.

For example, she didn’t think that playfully flirting with Silverbolt would mean anything in the future.

Yet, she had risked her life again and again for him.

Joining the Maximals on the spot was also something she had done on the spot.

Blackarachnia didn’t think much about it until after the battle reality had hit her harder than a missile or blast to the chassis.

Buddy, her sparkling, was still at the base.

She hadn’t told the Maximals this, mainly because her position in their ranks was already rocky as it is.

She didn’t want to know what could happen if she brought Buddy.

Everyone noticed in the next few days how tense Blackarachnia had become.

Like… she was worried about something… or someone…

It took a bit, but Blackarachnia finally relented and told the team about Buddy.

“Woah, woah, woah! You’re saying that you have a sparkling—”--Rattrap

“It’s technically not mine—”--Blackarachnia

“A sparkling in the Preds base.”--Cheetor

“Why didn’t you bring them with you?”--Rhinox

“It was kind of hard with space time was literally falling apart!... By the time I realized that they would be alone at the base we weren’t on the best terms…”--Blackarachnia

Silverbolt taking her servo.

“We’ll get your sparkling my love.”--Silverbolt

“What…?”--Blackarachnia

“You heard me, that sparkling could be in trouble and we could be their only hope! Who’s with me!”--Silverbolt

All the Maximals agree with the statement.

“All right then, we need to—”--Optimus

RING!

RING!

RING!

“That’s the proximity alarm!”--Rhinox

“Everyone to your stations!”--Optimus

Everyone gets to their stations while Rhinox and Optimus go to see who was there.

“Its Waspinator… and he’s holding something…”--Rhinox

Blackarachnia , Silverbolt and Optimus go out to confront Waspinator and…

“Buddy!”--Blackarachnia

The sparkling chirps seeing their Mama and detaches from Waspinator and waddles up to her hugging her pedes.

She kneels down and holds the sparkling close to her, for once, not minding the sticky digits on her frame.

“Wazzpinator take Gecko bot from Megatron. Wazzpinator don’t want to be Predacon.”--Waspinator

“You don’t want to be a Predacon?”--Optimus

“And how are we supposed to believe that?”--Blackarachnia

“Megatron don’t know Wazzpinator here… Megatron wanted Gecko bot to go to Tarantulas… Wazzpinator no trust Tarantulas.”--Waspinator

Blackarachnia tightens her grip on the sparkling a bit hearing her old lab partner’s name.

“… I say let’s give him a chance to prove himself.”--Blackarachnia

Silverbolt and Optimus look at Blackarachnia.

“Are you sure?”--Silverbolt

“Positive.”--Blackarachnia

Silverbolt tries to pet Buddy on the helm.

Buddy gives him a stink eye and hugs Blackarachnia harder.

“Looks like you got some competition Bolt.”--Blackarachnia

Silverbolt laughs at this fully confident he would worm his way into the sparkling’s spark faster than Blackarachnia.

Jokes on him, it takes longer to get the protective sparkling on their good side.

It’s up to Blackarachnia and Waspinator to get the two to bond.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Of course! Luzhen has to be there to see everything! He doesn't get tto go into town much at all so everything is new and different! And he is very much an Explorer like his bug brother mama. Wukong kinda has to keep him up there or he'll bounce off and they'll never find him again!

The twins are, once again, tbe bane of my existence. This time the colors were what I struggled with most. They simply did not want to color. They're mischievous, but less so than normal. Rumble don't feel too food with all the noise even through the headphones so Savage jsut wants to stick close to their sibling and they both stay close to Mom, but they still throws bao at their big brother's head. Just to be stinkers.

Yuebei is very much staying close to Mama, but she's happy to meet Dinosaur Girl. Her hanfu is intentionally big because I imagine she's going through the first of many growth spurts, so she needs the room. Yuebei is the most excited about the parade because she likes fireworks like Mama does, but keeps trying to eat things she shouldn't.

Wukong is my pride and joy in that Pic. I tried very, very hard to make him look human but not too human while also not obviously being a monkey. Maybe they think he's a cat, idk, they jsut know that ain't a human. He's super tired with all the cubs but still very much a stern and loving mom, it's the experience with all the babysitting he does for his subjects. He is the first to drop his glamour and the only one to do so on purpose, dropping it pretty much as soon as Spider Queen's hive bots try to target one of his cubs to get them away. He meets up with MK somewhere in the middle and hands the babies over before going to do the monkey king thing. MK shortly hands them over to Sandy in turn to follow after but has to flee because gross spiders and his mom getting caught. I like to think thay while the interaction goes similar to how he got caught the first time, the actual capture happened because Wukong pushed MK out of the way and ordered him to run as soon as he realized LBD was there

referencing.

Luzhen is one misadventure away from Wukong making him a leash baby. He's so much like his big brother/adoptive mom that it worries Wukong sometimes. He just glad that his mini-me doesn't care for peaches XD

Rumble & Savage are so chaotic, they cause issues outside the forth wall. They def make a point of tossing bao buns at MK's head when he isn't looking - though he might just catch it mid-air with his teeth, he's had practice around these two. They likely try to avoid too much of the parade, but they still appreciate the visuals of the fireworks.

Oh gosh Yuebei hitting a (one of many to come) growth spurt and Wukong trying his best to find her nice day clothes that she hasn't outgrown. Yuebei hides behind her mama shyly before Mei says Hi, and suddenly the baby girl is excitedly pointing at Mei.

Mei: "Aww! Is she curious about me?" Wukong, sighs knowing whats coming: "Yes. She's fascinated with your skin." Mei: "No problem - these are my scale patches. I'm a d-" Yuebei, overjoyed: "Dinosaur!" Mei: "...Yep! I'm a dinosaur!" Yuebei: (*delighted giggling and bouncing in place!*) Wukong, whispering: "Sorry, she's in a big dinosaur phase." Mei: "Oh don't worry! I was a horse girl growing up! Gotta encourage her!"

Wukong is beautiful in the art. He's so soft and strong looking. I can imagine he steals MK away to see the parade for a bit (and ask him how well his experiences in the city are going), only to get blindsided by the Spider Gang's attack. A spider-bot scares the babies and immediately it's Monkey King-mode.

MK just gets handed his little siblings when it becomes obvious that MK is terrified of the arachnid enemies. Wukong knows MK isn't ready to take these guys on and doesn't want his eldest to lock up under pressure, so he tells him to take his siblings and get out of there. The twins argue that they want to stay and fight but protective mama Wukong ain't having it. MK runs to the Noodle Gang since Sandy is almost guaranteed to have a vehicle that can get them out of there (or barring that the HQ in the bowel of his ship).

And ofc as the pressure/severity of the situation increases, MK's own glamour falls apart - leaving a panicking monkey demon in the human's place.

Tang, triumphantly: "HAH! Told you! Monkey demon!" Pigsy: (*grumbling*) MK: "Huh?" Pigsy: "We sorta had this running theory that you weren't 100% human, kid." MK: "Since when?" Pigsy: "Since before you picked up the staff. I thought you were like, a human raised by demons or something." Sandy: "I personally thought you might have been part cat demon." MK: "...did anyone think I was just human??" Red Son: "I did." MK: "GAAHH! How'd you get on the ship!?"

Just a full chaotic New Years

[angelbaby-fics]

Hi love, how are you! I haven’t been on tumblr much lately but I still love you and your work!! I’ve been dealing with some tough stuff with my health and have been little a lot more lately. Would you write Cg!Ransom as just turning into a melted fit of mush for the reader?Just like absolutely spoiling them and doing whatever they want when they don’t feel good?

Love,

🐣

Daddy's Day Off

Word Count: 750

A/N: Aww hello angel! I'm glad to hear from you again & I hope you're always doing alright 💕 eeep I love Ransom so much, especially in the cold months I just want to cling to him hehehe 💕

It was a busy day full of stressful meetings and Ransom was not at all pleased about it. As much as he loved being extravagantly rich, the people he had to deal with on a daily basis almost made it not worth it. Almost. One thought of you, your bright eyes and contagious smile, and Ransom was reminded that he’d go through hell just to make that happen. He checked the time on his phone, just an excuse to look at the background image really. It was a picture of you and him, a selfie he had taken while you were curled up with him on the couch - he smiled at the camera, but your loving gaze was locked on him. Every time he saw this picture it reminded him what he did it all for.

He couldn’t do it today though, he just couldn’t. You’d had a nightmare earlier, screaming yourself out of slumber in the wee hours of the morning. The rest of the night was spent with you curled up against his chest and him hardly sleeping, dutifully keeping watch on you to make sure you stayed at peace. It broke his heart to close you out of his home office that morning, your rejected face echoing through his head as he tried to focus on today’s planner entries. All he wanted was to be finished with this stupid workday and to spend the rest of it with you. Your love was the only thing that could relieve his stress after a long day of dealing with a bunch of a-holes. Yes, he needed his baby just as much as you needed him. 

To hell with it. Ransom sent a short email to his assistant to cancel all his meetings as he needed to take a personal day. With that, he shut his laptop and tossed his work phone into his desk drawer, nearly slamming it shut. He was so eager to get away from all this and just relax with you. When he opened his office door, he almost expected you to still be there looking up at him with tearful eyes, but like the brave and independent baby he’d raised you to be, you had already begun trying to distract yourself until Ransom was finished with work. 

You knew Ransom didn’t like distractions when he was in work-mode, so although you’d rather spend the day curled up with him just as you’d spent last night, you took it upon yourself to keep occupied. That’s how Ransom found you on the floor of the living room, the massive flatscreen tv playing a marathon of Bluey episodes above you. Every color of crayon was scattered all around you, a pile of already finished drawings stacked upon the coffee table. At the sound of Ransom’s heavy footsteps, your head shot up from your picture of a cat in a garden.

“Daddy, you finished already?” You asked hopefully.

“Daddy got a surprise day off, baby!” He replied, scooping you up into his arms. 

“What are we gonna do?” You asked, looking up at him with more love in your eyes than Ransom thought he deserved in his whole lifetime. 

“Anything you want, babydoll. I’m all yours.” Ransom carried you to the giant sofa, keeping you pressed against his firm chest as he swaddled the two of you together in a big plush throw blanket. 

He handed you the remote, happy to sit through any cartoon or cheesy musical if it meant making you happy. When he heard your tummy rumble after a while, Ransom grabbed the house phone and ordered your favorite pizza, without even needing to ask if you wanted it. He knew you better than he even knew himself. He helped you eat your pizza as you watched tv, something you rarely got to do at the same time. When you finished eating, he carried you to the kitchen to get you dessert and a bottle, not wanting to put you down for even a second.

Hours later, the credits on your second movie of the day were crawling across the screen, and Ransom was sure you were fast asleep, when suddenly he heard your tiny voice muffled through the blankets and his comfy thick sweater.

“Dada?” You asked, even smaller than you’d been this morning.

“What’s up, babydoll?” He whispered down to you.

“You gotta get a day off more often.” You mumbled, drifting into sleep.

“I will, baby. I will.”

[pennyluna]

Misunderstanding Part 5

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 18+

Wordcount: 2.540 Really hope you guys enjoy it ❤️

Genre: Working together au. - Cold Player reputation Au - Future something au.

Warning: This story contains strong language and Spicy/sexual scenes. Be aware before reading.

In the past week, Yoongi and I have spent a couple of nights together in my apartment, his driver would drop him off at the back entrance of the building late at night. We have been very professional when working together, limiting our personal relationship to stolen glances. Except for that one afternoon he asked me for some help preparing for an interview that wasn't in my schedule but turned out to be a trick to give us some time alone and we ended up having some fun in his studio before he left for a 4 day trip, thank God the studio is soundproof. 

Yoongi is coming back tomorrow night, I have been using my free time catching up on some sleep or with Josie and Zion, my best friends. We are having dinner at my apartment tonight, its pasta and wine night. Josie and I are wearing our XL t-shirts and shorts with fluffy socks. I am Laughing at my best friends who jokingly argue about how Zion came straight from a meeting at work wearing a suit convinced that Josie had brought a change of clothes for him.

"Babeㅡ  You can wear one of (Y/N)'s XL t-shirt's!" Josie sounds serious but I know she is trying not to laugh. 

"Josie, her t-shirts aren't going to fit me in the same way they fit you. I'm 6.4, you guys are garden gnomes next to me." Zion says while chopping all the ingredients for the pasta sauce. He is cooking for us tonight and I am thankful. He is a great cook.

"HEY!!" I complain from the couch and he gives me a mocking face.

"Baby, its okay you look hot. Book boyfriend material"  She rubs his back and then whispers something in his ear and by the look on his face, I am glad to not hear it.  They are such a gorgeous couple.

"So (Y/N), any idea who is the next VIP you will be in charge of?" Zion and I work in the same company but different fields, he is a producer, a great one too. "I am working withㅡ"

"MMH MMH. No work talk." Josie Interrupts him before he can finish the sentence that was spiking my curiosity but generally when we start to talk about work, we end up going down a rabbit hole. Zion groans in mock like complain and she gives him a pat in the butt and walks towards where I am sitting. "So tell me, how is it going with 'you know who'!!" she smirks, Zion always goes into overprotective big brother mode whenever I start seeing someone, specially  since I got my heart broken by one of his friends in college, so we didn't tell him about my situation with Yoongi. Also I wouldn't know what to tell him about it since I am not sure if there is anything to say.

"Nothing new" I talk with a low voice as well, telling her about our week and how it feels right to be with him, I tell her about how he causally handed me an Ice coffee after a meeting, earning us a couple of curious looks and then left before I could even say thank you but followed it with a single message " ;) " that made me smile.

"He is coming back tomorrow night so I won't see him until we are back to work on Monday " I say trying my best to sound nonchalant.

She scans my face and then smirks "Girl.. that is in like tree days... He is leaving in a little over a week, right ? Don't waste any time pretending you don't care."

She is right but still I shrug at her when our conversation is interrupted by Zion who is placing the food in front of us. 

"THAANK YOUUU" Josie and I singsong at the same time.

We have a couple of bottles of wine while talking about random things, playing some video games in which Zion won multiple times and Josie and I had to endure his boosted ego for the rest of the night. At some point some wine ended up on Zion's baby blue shirt and Josie hand washed it in my bathroom, he refused to use on of my t-shirts. It was too late and they were too drunk to drive so we turned the dinner into a sleep over.

Around 8 am a loud knock wakes me up, I look over at Josie who is peacefully sleeping next to me and I hear Zion groan from the living room where he slept, then I hear the door open and some muffled conversation so I decide to go and check what's going on. 

Walking out from my room moving s couple of strands of my messy hair off my face "Zi, Who's at the door? is early as Fuㅡ" I cant finish my sentence when I notice Yoongi standing next to Zion who's expression is the pure definition of confusion.  My heart is racing in Excitement "Yoongi? Howㅡ You are back!" God I missed him "I thought you weren't coming back until tonightㅡ"

"Obviously." he cuts me off and his cold tone catches me by surprise. "I shouldn't have come here."  

"Yoongiㅡ" I notice how he is looking between Zion and me. Shirtless, Sleepy faced Zion. Who is trying to fix his hair and looking at us trying to catch on whatever is going on. Shit. Yoongi thinks something happened between us. "OH,NOㅡ Yoongi, no.. Nothing happened. This is ㅡ"

"You don't owe me an explanation. I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry for the intrusion. See you on Monday." He rushes out the door and I try to go after him but Zions hand stops me.

"I don't know what the FUCK is going on right now. But if you run after him like THAT" Zion gives a nod towards my body and I instantly notice the lack of a bra under my t-shirt, mixed with my messy hair and clothes, I can only imagine what Yoongi was thinking "and someone sees you two, shit will go sideways." His voice sounds angry and worried at the same time while walking away from me "Now. I'll make us some coffee while you.." he now nods towards the bar stool at my kitchen Island. "...sit and start talking."

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I told Zion Everything, He was annoyed because I am risking my career by sleeping with a VIP. He gave me so much shit about the entire situation and then told me to be careful, both with my work and my heart. He advised me to clear things up with Yoongi and then break it off. Specially because he is also working with Yoongi. I see his point but I cant easily end something that feels this good and this right.

Josie Apologized for being asleep through the entire thing, only showing up when Zion had ended the questioning. She disagrees with the idea of me ending things with Yoongi. She thinks Yoongi has feelings for me, otherwise he wouldn't have showed up at my apartment that early right after his flight and wouldn't have gotten mad when seeing another man in my apartment. "But you need to clear up the confusion about you and Zion. I love you like a sister but I draw the line at sister wives." Her attempt at comedy earned an eyeroll from me and a kiss from Zion. 

I spent the weekend trying to reach Yoongi, but he wouldn't answer the phone and I couldn't exactly text him about it because risking our little secret on the hands of whomever is holding his phone while he does things didn't feel like the right thing to do. 

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On Monday Yoongi spent the day mostly in his studio, when we did see each other it wasn't an appropriate moment to start a conversation, at least not that conversation. I spent the rest of the day miserable because the disappointed look in his face before he left my apartment on Saturday morning kept replaying in my head. He is leaving in a week and I don't want that to be the last memory of us. I don't want that to be how we leave things. 

I am at my desk reading some paperwork for a new project... who am I lying to... I am only pretending because I can't concentrate.  

A presence behind me startles me, It's Zion. I turn in my chair to look at him, who's smile is wide. "called your name a couple of times..." He arches an eyebrow once he sees my face. "You look distracted."

"I'm just busy" I try to play it cool "Waitㅡ What are you doing here?"  He usually stays in the floors where the studios are. I scan him, he is wearing a casual outfit and is holding a paper bag that peaks my curiosity.

"Yes, its for you. Unwelcoming ass." He hands it to me "I need to finish some work with your VIP" 

"Oh that's cool." I tuned him, turning around and placing the bag on my desk, focusing on the paper bag's content. A Chocolate Fudge Muffin. My favorite. "Thank youuuu" I smile brightly at him and Zion bends to hug my back and gives me a kiss on my temple.

"You are welcome! Thought you might need that"

Zion is still hugging me and I'm only give him a few more seconds of that because of the muffin but soon I am laughing and elbowing away when he tries to give me another kiss on my temple, he knows it annoys me when he does that but suddenly he freezes "Oh oh... I think I just made things worse."

"Whatㅡ" I look at his face and then follow where his eyes are looking and freeze. Yoongi. He  is standing in front of the glass door to my office and is just looking at us. For fucks sake. I push my friend away and get up to open the door for Yoongi but he beats me to it an walks into my office. 

"Yoongi.. Hey... Can I help you with something?" Why do I sound so awkward. fuuuck.

"I was told I could find you here... " wait.. he is not looking at me. He isn't talking to me. "You are Producer Zi right?" his words sound calm and professional but his eyes say something different, He seems annoyed.

Zion snaps out of what seemed to be his attempt to give us some sort of privacy. "OH, Yeah man. That's me. We ready to go?"

"Yeah.."

My eyes snap from Yoongi to Zion, "Wait what? Whereㅡ? Zi?"

"I tried to tell you the other night and I told you again today while You were drooling over the muffin."

"Noㅡ " Oh fuck he did say it, when I was on a muffin trance. I look towards Yoongi who seems to be just standing there avoiding eye contact while looking at his phone. 

"You never listen" he says coming close to me and whispering in my ear "I will talk to him for you." while Yoongi walks to the door. "Eat your muffin." Zion orders before following Yoongi out.

I look at them until they disappear around a corner then walk back to my desk, staring at the paperwork on top of it. "Good luck focusing on my work now" I mutter to myself.

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I spent the rest of the day not being able to focus on work so I decided to leave early, hoping that going home and taking a bath would calm me down but I was hyperaware of every ping on my phone and of every person walking in the hallway outside my apartment. I don't know what I was waiting for, Zion telling me he had talked to Yoongi? Yoongi telling me he didn't care? whatever it was that I was subconsciously waiting for, never came.  

Tuesday came and Tuesday left and still no news. I should just let it go, I need to focus back on work. I need to focus on closing this project well and start preparing for the next one, so that is exactly what I am doing on Wednesday night on my couch. I am deep on paperwork looking at the two project I could be participating in next, none of them seem as exciting as working with Yoongi but lets be honest, no other project will be the same as working with Yoongi.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!!!!!

I look confused at the time, its late. Its 10.28 PM but Ms. Cole, my neighbor had said something about dropping some potato salad off and she always had a weird timing. However when i open the door my breath hitches. 

"Hi." Yoongi's voice is soft.

"Hi.." I am not even sure if he hear that, my voice was so low. We stare at each other until he interrupts.

"Can I come in?" he says nodding towards my apartment and I realize I'm frozen in the middle of my door, so I hurry to the side and usher him in. There is a few minutes of silence until he decides to interrupt it. "I spoke Zionㅡ I have been embarrassed to come talk to you" 

I open my mouth to speak but he raises a hand stopping me "I came back early because I missed you and wanted to see your face when I told you about my plan for us. But when I saw him here without a Shirt on and you coming from the bedroom, it bothered me. I thought the worst." He continues explaining while pulling on his fingers. 

"Yoongi.. I am sure Zi already explained our relationship so I wont get into that" I reach out and grab his hand. "But I need you to know, I'm not interested in any other guy. I don't know what this is but I want you regardless." I say in my most reassuring voice and pull myself closer to him. "I missed you and I was scared that our last memory would be of a misunderstanding."

We sit on my couch and talk about the situation until Yoongi gets a message and he looks at me with a wide smile "I don't know how you will feel about it but I have a plan, I wasn't sure they were going to accept it so I didn't want to tell you about it before."

"Okay.. do you want to tell me about it now" I look at him, appreciating his smirk.

"You should check your email"

I reach for my computer and there is an unread email in it with the title 'PROJECT EXTENSION' I look at Yoongi, who is just smiling and looking at me back. "Maybe we could create new memories and see what this is. No pressure" he says. 

Smirking at him in confusion I turn back to my computer and my eyes widen when I read it.

Good evening Miss (Y/L/N) After careful consideration and after observing the good work chemistry you have with our team We would like to invite you to join our staff as Min Yoongi's personal interpreter on and for the duration of the upcoming Agust D world tour.  Please find attached the documents with a deeper explanation of what your role would be and the contract. Please let us know if you decide to accept. Kind Regards, Hybe!

A.N: I hope you guys enjoy part 5. I would be really thankful if you could leave a like/repost or some feedback. ❤️ Also please let me know any comments about this story or if you have any personal requests.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.166 Best fraaaand

Sophia is still high on our late night shenanigans, just as I planned. I mean, she isn't the type of woman who often wakes up in bad moods, but I couldn't chance it for what I am about to ask. Just as she's heading to the bathroom, I bring it up casually, as if I have just remembered it. No dirty looks so far, so I continue, putting special emphasis on Yasmine being concerned about her children. That part disarms her, like it did to me last night, even though she isn't very guarded anyway. She is low key nosy like me, so she agrees we can go see her later that evening.

She goes to the bathroom, and I scoop up Desiree and head downstairs for breakfast. I have to pee too, so I set her on the play mat because the pooping together era is over. Twenty-ish seconds later, I go back to put her in the high chair but she isn't there! I stare at the empty play mat for a few seconds, trapped in a vortex of terror. I lost my child! How in the world could I lose my child in the house? Where did she go that fast?? This house isn't that big, and she can't climb stairs or open doors, so I shake myself out of that brief paralysis and look for her. That's when I hear cute little grunts steps just a few steps from me. She's trying to pull herself up on the couch! Wait...she's crawling?! This little lady has been full of surprises, and I'm so proud that she is figuring things out on her own and exploring what she can do with these new skills she's learned, but I can't fully shake myself out of that panic mode and keep beating myself up for leaving her alone in the first place.

Pulling up is relatively safe, but I don't want her hitting her head on the coffee table if she falls back the wrong way. But she's having so much fun, and I don't want to impede her adventures, so I pick her up and put her some place more safe to crawl around. We really need to baby proof this place now.

I watch her for a few moments, in awe that we didn't have to teach her how to crawl. The dogs ran in from outside and saw Desiree crawling around, so Kooper came to meet her, officially. Honestly, I was surprised it was him and not Rosie considering her curiosity. He sat right next to her, and Desi's eyes lit up like she had just discovered something magical. She reached out and touched him, and Kooper, my little Lothario, gave her a big kiss right on the nose. Desi did not know what to do with that.

She seemed put off by it at first, but then he went in for another and she giggled and tried to block him. He and I are gonna have a chat later about boundaries and respecting women, tee hee hee.

If I didn't know what infant joy looked like before, I know now. Desi's world has been completely changed for she's now experienced puppy love, heh. I am sooooo glad I got them those age down treats. Desi has a friend now, and her life will never be the same.

[lemonmaid]

Video games that I think Vice Dorm Leaders would play.

Since alot of y'all liked the headcannons about the dorm leaders I thought, 'hell might aswell do the vice dorm leaders'. I'm glad that so many of y'all liked it, request are always open!

Here's part 1 with dorm leaders

Trey Clover : Cool Math Games

I don't think this guy has ever played a video game besides the one that was available on the Chrome-books, (when class got slow and boring).

"Trey what are you doing?".

"Not now, I'm on day 40 of Papa's Freeza".

Ruggie Bucci : Spiderman 2.

This guy only allowed to play it because Leona doesn't play his Playstation 5 that his family gifted him.

"Is that spiderman 2?"

"Yup..."

"How long have you've been playing that?"

"..."

"Does it meet your expectations?"

".."

Bro is in the zone, he's addicted, he has never had this much dopamine in his LIFE.

Jade Leech : Minecraft

When Jade doesn't want to go hiking or do Azul's dirty work, he would really enjoy a good minecraft game.

"Perfect look at what I found"

"Oh. That must have been an update, I don't think I've seen this Biome"

"Oooooh Perfect!! Look at what I built~".

"Floyd is that a penis?"

On second thought, he definitely keeps villagers prisoned for trading and... torture...

Jamil Viper : Walking Dead ( Telletale )

I like to think that Jamil is a casual enjoyed of Telltale games, why? Because no one else had given him this much emotional and power.

"Are you okay?"

"No..."

"Why.... I just finished the series..... and found out that Telltale is out of business"

"Oh... don't kill yourself"

Bro takes the choosing characters fate game too seriously.

Rook Hunt : Red Dead Redemption

This man, has replayed story mode so many times. Everytime, he gets Low Honor and the Bad Ending.

"Oh~ perfect, I don't know what I am doing wrong!"

"Okay... let me watch you play"

*two hours later of murder after murder spree*

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you".

Ortho Shroud : Project Sakai

Perfect combo after Perfect Combo after Perfect combo. Do NOT play in a room with him, because he will be the motherfucker to leave when everyone else has failed or just one.

"Ortho... I think you're taking this game too seriously".

*replays audio in mocking tone

Lilia Vanerouge : He's been around for a long time I think he's played most games in existence. Unless he is behind a few decades, I would say Mario Kart or Gutiar Hero.

"Am I hip perfect?" Lilia breaks down the weridest fuckinh combo behind his back.

"You're....something".

This man still has an Xbox 360 in his room and is still gaining Xbox points.

Grim: Fruit Ninja

This is the only game that he can play because he has no thumbs.

Otherwise, he is a tablet baby, that phone.... scratched, stained, cracked, and weird stench.

A/N

I'm finally mining away the drafts!!! I hope yall enjoy what's coming this week because I'm going to be do drained afterwards lol.

Hopefully more male reader povs.

[ughgoaway]

Blurb of Annie's birthday... Matty brings a cake to school to celebrate his little baby's special day... he stays a little while...

I'm loving all the blurbs

oh, I'm so glad you are loving the blurbs!!! I am loving writing them, little Annie Healy has my heart.

Anyway, yes yes yes I love this idea so much omg. 

(Can Ace write anything without saying “smile” and “eyes” 1000 times… wait and see!! (the answer is no.) Also, timeline wise this makes absolutely 0 sense but… I do not care!! All that matters is the vibe <33)

It's Monday when Annie comes in very proudly and announces “Miss y/n, I'm six on Friday” with her chest puffed out and a big smile on her face.

You pretend you don't know, despite having seen it on the system last week, “Is it really Annie? Wow! You're growing up so quickly” You smile down at her as she nods along to your words, holding her bookbag (do other countries have these? idk) in one hand and the other hand out, ready to gesture with when she spoke.

“My daddy says the same thing.” she starts. Then her face lights up further, “You know my daddy is coming in on Friday!! He asked Mrs Richards and she said that he could come and bring a cake for everyone!!” she recounts excitedly before her face drops, and she suddenly gets very serious. “But you can't tell anyone that miss y/n, it's a secret. Pinky promise?”

You smile at her but soon put on a fake stern face to match hers. You drop to her eye line, stick your finger out, and link it with hers, “I promise Annie. Now, how about you go put your bookbag away so we can get started?” she doesn't respond but instead nods and shuffles off to set her bag down.

Leaving you standing and reeling that Matty is coming in on Friday, in peak proud dad mode, to celebrate his daughter (who you love.) fuck. This was going to make your head spin.

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cut to the actual day, and Annie comes in wearing a little badge and a hat. You see Matty drop her off from the classroom. you totally weren't staring out the window waiting to see him arrive or anything…

he wasn't even really dressed up, just a chequered button-up and jeans. but for some reason, he still made your heart race. seeing him bend down and give her a kiss on the cheek, and a big hug almost made you audibly sigh, but you caught yourself before you did. because that would be inappropriate, you didn't have any feelings for him. none at all. totally neutral.

Annie came bounding in, a massive smile on her face showing off her gappy smile. she'd very proudly come in the week before talking about losing one of her teeth, and now, every time she smiled, her gaps were on show.

class started, and to avoid Annie literally buzzing with excitement all day, you allowed her to announce to the class the news of her big day.

with the happiest face you could imagine, she said, "It's my birthday today! I'm 6 and my daddy is going to come in with cake for everyone!" 

a chorus of cheers came out as you sat behind your desk, trying to stop your grin from growing an unreasonable amount. 

soon enough, you got the class back in order, and the day whizzed past. Suddenly, it was 2:30, and there was a knock on the door.

matty stuck his head around the door and quickly met your eyes, "hi" he breathed out, staring at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Hi” you breathed out in the same way. For a few seconds, you both stood there with stupid grins on your faces staring into each other's eyes. Of course, in a classroom of 5 and 6-year-olds, that peaceful staring didn't last long. But it simultaneously felt like a quick glance and a full minute.

Annie comes running out of her seat and to the door. Matty quickly catches on and comes fully into the classroom, managing to hold a cake in one hand and hugging his very excited daughter with the other.

“Daddy!!” she squeals with excitement, bouncing in her dad's arms as he tries desperately to balance a cake. Over the young girl's shoulder, he shoots you a worried glance, and you snap out of your trance and come to grab the cake.

“Ah yes, let me just grab this,” you say, and Matty smiles graciously at you. His other hand quickly scooped Annie up into his arms to greet her properly.

“Hi, peanut!! You have a good birthday?” he asks. His eyes flick between his daughter, babbling on about her day, and you standing at your desk showing a room full of mesmerised children the cake he brought.

In between his daughter's rambling stories, he manages to catch you chatting to the kids, “Yes Annie's dad Mat-” You pause and catch yourself before you slip, flicking your head up and making brief eye contact with Matty. “Mr. Healy brought us all cake! Let's all sit in our seats and get ready to say thank you like we practised!”

Matty's face briefly scrunched in confusion, but you did nothing to answer his silent question, only shooting him a sweet smile and spinning around to walk to the front of the room. The combination of the cheeky smile and the way your dress moved as you spun had Matty's brain stuttering through his thoughts.

Annie was still chattering along, completely oblivious to her dad being completely enamoured with the woman in front of him. She soon saw her classmates all in their seats and was wriggling out of her dad's arms, trying to join her friends.

Matty comes to join you at the front of the room, fighting every urge in his body to wrap you up in a hug. He wants nothing more than to grab you by the waist and pull you in, burying his face into your neck and breathing in the vaguely sweet smell that follows you around. He thinks about how his other arm would swing around your shoulder and pull you impossibly closer. Your arms would come around him, and he would feel you hum in enjoyment at the contact.

But he doesn't do that. He simply waves in a way that makes him feel so uncool that he internally cringes. You giggle at his clear discomfort and copy his wave, tilting your head teasingly at him. 

You somehow manage to wrangle your mind back to the task at hand, you clap your hands and grab your classes attention. “Right! Everyone, this is Annie's dad, Mr. Healy!” Matty cringes at you not using his name, loving the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

“As you can see, he has been very kind and brought us a cake to share! Can we all say thank you?”

Matty was staring at you, lost in watching you work, but soon the ensemble of small voices wrang out, pulling his attention away from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Healy!!” says the sea of children in front of him, Matty looks out at the crowd, used to the number of people but not quite the age range. He sees a mob of gappy teeth and excited faces and can't help but mirror them.

“Wow! You guys are welcome! I hope you all like it. It's already cut up... sooo-” he looks over to you for further instruction, and you snap back into teacher mode quickly.

“Okay! Everyone, can we all line up in register order for our cake?” Some groans come from the crowd, but you quickly catch them, “and don't worry if you're near the end. There is enough cake for everyone! I promise.” You smile and wave your hand, and soon enough, each child falls into line, all bubbling with anticipation.

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Quiet music plays through the classroom speakers, and the noise of children chatting and giggling permeates the room. At the front of the room, you are leaning against the desk as Matty stands in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

He stands with joy written all over his face as you continue to laugh at his stories and jokes, the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears in the best way possible. It's so melodic that Matty has the fleeting thought to record it and use it in a track.

“So you used a scooter to get to the smaller stage” you laugh, staring at Matty with an impressed yet questioning look. As he nods, his curls bounce. You briefly get distracted by how perfect they are, but his resonant voice brings you back to earth. 

“An electric scooter, I'm not just furiously pushing myself on a razor scooter in the middle of a concert” Matty corrects, looking faux offended at your forgetfulness. 

“Oh yes, sorry and electric scooter, of course.” You say nodding, “I don't suppose there's any video of this that I can see? I think I need to witness it.” You smile at him.

Matty pauses briefly, weighing up and showing you the video. On one hand, he can get closer to you to show his phone but on the other, you get to see a mildly embarrassing video of him whizzing away to the sound of “Vroom Vroom” by Charli xcx. 

You take his silence as offence and quickly start stuttering apologies, “Oh I'm sorry if that's too personal, you don't have to show me. I was just-” Before you talk so much it makes you dizzy, Matty cuts in. 

“Oh no don't worry love,” the nickname slips out without a second thought, Matty doesn't even consider it but you are sure you'll be thinking of his voice saying that on repeat for the next week, “I was just thinking how embarrassing this is going to be, but you're right. You do need to see it. Just promise me you won't think less of me, yeah?”

He makes intense eye contact as finishes, and you can't help but blurt out what you think of immediately, “I could never think less of you.”

A silent beat passes, and Matty doesn't say anything, just bashfully smiles and grabs his phone.

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Too soon for your liking, 3 pm comes, and it's almost time to leave, but before everyone goes, you have one more thing to do.

“Okay I have to play teacher now, sorry,” you say to Matty, standing up. He nods and steps back, letting you get everyone's attention and speak.

“It's almost time for our mummies and daddies to pick us up, so let's all do one last thing before we go today. As you all know, it's Annie's birthday,” Matty watches his daughter's eyes light up at being mentioned, “so let's all sing her happy birthday!”

You count them in, and the class starts singing to Annie, you and Matty included. Matty watches you sing for his daughter, pure joy on your face and a grin that makes his knees weaken.

The song ends, and everyone claps, just in time for the bell to ring, and you send them off. “Okay everyone that's the bell! Go grab your stuff and meet your mums and dads in the playground, Mrs Richards will be out there to help you find them if you need it!”

You wave each of them out until it's just you, Matty and Annie in the room. You spin around and bend down to her level, “Did you have a good birthday sweetheart?”

Her toothy grin comes out again, and she nods furiously, “Especially because my daddy came in, that was really fun” she says, looking up at Matty and grabbing his hand.

“I had so much fun too, sweetheart! Let's get going though, yeah? You've got Grandad and nanny at home waiting to see you!!” Matty says to his daughter, who immediately starts dragging him away and saying bye to you.

You laugh and wave them off, “bye Annie!!” You say excitedly. You make a point of lifting your eyes and meeting Matty’s.

“Bye Matty” you say softly, waving at him the same way he greeted you earlier.

He simply grins and waves back before returning his attention back to his daughter and continuing to be dragged away.

blurb masterlist here!!

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 40]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

You paced around your living room, chewing on your thumb nail. When you heard the bell, you jumped slightly but scrambled to answer the door. Eden, Seonghwa and Jongho stood there with serious looks on their faces.

"Thanks for coming so quickly." You let them in. You looked around the outside before closing the door and locking it.

"What happened?" Seonghwa immediately jumped into protective mode, hugging you tightly with comfort and reassurance. Eden and Jongho sat on the couch.

"My old landlord sent me this... It happened after I left." You showed them the picture.

"That's not good." Jongho frowned.

"Luckily you got out of there. If you had decided to leave at a later time, who knows what could have happened." Eden shook his head. You gulped while Seonghwa rubbed your back.

"But you got out. It's okay." He comforted. You fought back the fearful sobs that tried to escape.

"We can't keep counting our lucky stars and praying for close shaves though. I'm glad you told us this instead of keeping it to yourself, Indigo. This right here means that this person or persons are escalating. They're showing that they are capable and willing to get in close proximity." Eden said.

"What should I do? I asked all of you here because I don't know what to do now. My old landlord will be getting the police involved, I told her I'll help with whatever I can." You sighed.

"You didn't contact the police before this?" Seonghwa asked, a small look of disappointment that you didn't do what you promised him you would.

"I'm sorry. I just..." You buried your face in your hands.

"No, don't apologise. This is not your fault, not at all." Jongho placed a hand on your knee.

"Eden hyung, does anyone know that Indigo moved or her new address? Who knows besides you, Maddox hyung and the Ateez members." Jongho asked.

"Only a handful of people that needed to settle the logistics and securing the apartment. I tried to keep it to as little people as possible so that word won't get out and possibly reach the ears of this person." Eden explained.

"I'm starting to think this is being done by someone on the inside." The youngest thought out loud.

"Why?"

"You and Mingi hyung barely have time to go out on dates. The only time someone would have seen you two together is in the company building. And who else knows where you lived?" He reasoned.

"That's true. When Indigo joined, her profile was kept as blank as possible and the media doesn't know her." Eden nodded.

"I still say we keep things under wraps while we launch our own investigation." Seonghwa suggested.

"I agree."

"No, this is exactly what I didn't want. Seonghwa and Jongho, you need to focus on the comeback. And Eden, I'm really grateful for this but you have more than enough on your plate with producing. I'm not going to add on to any of what you're doing." You said, looking at all 3 of them.

"But we can't let this go, Indigo. It's not right. What if you get hurt? This person can't get away with doing this to you." Seonghwa frowned and squeezed your hand.

"I'll go with my old landlord to the police. I promise, this time, I'll make a report." You said firmly.

"You update us on everything, okay?" Jongho requested.

"I will. I've already told ahjumma that I can't see Haneul for a while, I can't risk this person seeing her and threatening her. That's my main fear." You informed.

"Indigo, you need to worry about yourself too. I know you prioritise the safety of Haneul, Mingi and us. But please, this person could seriously harm you. You have to be careful." Seonghwa said.

"I'll make up an excuse to prevent people from entering the producer's floor. Only artists and producers are now allowed. And I'm sorry but you need to make sure no one sees you and Mingi, even at work." Eden sighed.

"Okay. With the comeback and music video coming up, we hardly get to spend time anywhere so that's easy." You nodded.

"Remember that we're in this together, Indigo. You're not alone, you don't have to suffer alone." Jongho patted your shoulder with an encouraging smile.

"Thank you." You shot them a grateful smile. You seriously don't know what you would do without them.

"When are you going to the police station with your landlord?" Seonghwa asked.

"Later this afternoon." You replied. Eden insisted on going with you for moral support. Althought Seonghwa and Jongho wanted to go with you since their schedule permitted, you all decided that it wasn't a good idea in case fans spotted them at the police station. It would just bring more attention to you.

"You'll be okay. I'll protect you." Seonghwa whispered as he hugged you. The words he told you were exactly the same as what you've been repeating to Mingi in silence.

That you would protect him and put him first. This person might get to you but you won't let them get past you to hurt Mingi.

"I'll see you soon, Hwa. Thank you." You mumbled. Seonghwa nodded and patted your back.

"You know where to find us if you need us. You're never a bother." Jongho said as you hugged him before the two Ateez boys took their leave.

"Eden, there's actually something else I need to talk to you about before we go to the police station." You gulped. Eden nodded and sat down on the couch, the coffee you made him in his hands.

"Mhmm, I'm listening." He nodded.

-

Just as you guessed, there wasn't much to be done by the police. There were no suspects to go off on. All you could do was file the report, submit the photos of everything that has happened so far and for them to keep the record.

"Indigo. You're here!" Wooyoung stopped dancing when he saw you at the door of the dance studio. He ran to you, lifting you up and spinning you around.

"Woo!" You squealed in laughter before he put you down. He gave you a big smooch on the cheek.

"Don't get me wrong, I love that you're here for me. But what are you doing here?" He asked, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm on break but I suddenly thought about coming see you so my feet naturally came to find you then here I am." You shrugged while giggling.

"I'm glad you're still thinking of me even though silly Mangi is always all over you. He's like your guard dog or something." He winked flirtatiously. You threw your head back in laughter. Wooyoung is probably the most vocal about his 'jealousy' and how he doesn't like that you spend most of your time with Mingi now.

"But Woo, I don't want to bother you if you're practicing dance." You said sternly.

"No, I promise you're not. There was just some free time so I hitched a ride with San to the studio. He's working out with our trainer now. I have English class in... an hour." He checked his watch.

"Oh, how has English class been okay?" You asked in English. You see Wooyoung's eyes widen in slight panic as he scrambles.

"Uh... Yeah! You know... English is easy! Okay!" He recovered with a smile. You laughed.

"Don't do that to me out of nowhere! I was not prepared!" He yells, slapping your arm in outrage. That only made you laugh more, making you crumble on the ground.

"You're so mean!" He pouted.

Instead of remaining in the stuffy studio, you and Wooyoung sat at one of the lounge areas in the artists' quarters. He ordered delivery coffee for you both to enjoy while you talked. Wooyoung was someone that you could talk to about anything under the sun.

"Are you excited for the comeback?" You asked, leaning back against the couch. Wooyoung sipped his coffee and nodded his head with a smile.

"It's always exciting yet nervewrecking when presenting new stuff to Atiny. You know, new songs, new album, new choreography, new video. I want them to like it." He said

"I get it. But they're your fans, they'll love it, for sure. Even if it's not their favourite, they'll always support you." You assured.

"I'm glad I get to showcase more of myself with each comeback. Whether it's dance, vocals or performance aesthetics." He tapped his chin.

"It's thanks to you, you know?" He looked over at you.

"Me?" You blinked, pointing at yourself.

"With each producer we work with, we discover more about ourselves as artists. We figure out what our strengths and weaknesses are in music. But I think working on this album with you, a lot of us learnt more about ourselves. You pushed us to experiment and try new things, especially during song camp." He explained.

"I think there's always more to an artist. No one is ever one dimensional in that way. Sure, strengths are highlighted but we rarely give ourselves a chance to try." You shrugged.

"That's true." Wooyoung nodded in agreement.

"How has your time in KQ been so far? Do you like it here?" Wooyoung asked you back.

"I do like it here, it's been good working with all of you, Edenary, the other creative teams. I'm learning a lot." You hummed.

"But...?"

"There's no but. I would say it's different. I have always been used to working alone and still am, in some way. But being here and working with the team has been really insightful." You explained.

"It's my first real taste of the industry above the underground scene. And I'm grateful to have a good experience right from the get go." You added.

"Right? We're one of the nicest out there." Wooyoung scoffed proudly. It's true, everything has been nice and smooth. You and Edenary hit it off well, understanding each other on a personal and musical level. The Ateez boys as well, all of you shared synergy.

"I've definitely picked up a thing or two here that has made me a better producer. Like Hongjoong helping me with my current OST project, I wouldn't even know where to start with that." You said.

"Well, in turn, we've learnt a lot about producing too. From you. And I think Hongjoong hyung also learnt some things from you."

"I hope it's good things." You chuckled.

"Of course, we only picked up the good things. None of us would want your terrible eating and sleeping habits." He snickered, making you slap his arm.

"That's mean and uncalled for. I'm improving and trying to follow a routine schedule now, okay?" You sulked.

"Sure..." He cooed, pinching your cheek.

"I've been saying this the entire time but this is the first time I experience working closely with idols orthe actual recording artist. I remain anonymous so I usually just send in my work and possibly edit a little here and there before the connection is cut. It's an experience for sure." You smiled softly.

"I don't blame you. The industry and the people that come along with it can be cruel. Especially since you're alone, you protect yourself in any way that you can." Wooyoung nodded.

"That's why I find it hard to believe we got along so well so quickly. I'm usually more private than this." You laughed.

"We're very trusting people."

"That you are. Not just the 8 of you but Edenary as well. It's not a cold producing factory here. It's a cooperative ecosystem, which I appreciate. " You agreed.

"Does that mean you'll stay?!" He asked excitedly, as if he had been waiting to ask this question, his previous conversations leading up to it. But at the way your face faltered, Wooyoung's excited smile fell slightly. Not for long though, he picked it back up quickly.

"It's okay, you don't have to answer that. Sorry, I asked. It was insensitive of me." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"N-No, Woo. There's nothing for you to be sorry about. I don't know what my future is going to be like in this industry so I don't want to make a promise I can't keep." You forced a smile.

"I understand." He nodded.

"Will you go underground again?" He followed up.

"I don't know. If there are good opportunities, maybe. I'm not boxing myself in a for sure plan. The music scene is always changing. I'll go wherever I'm wanted." You shrugged.

"You're wanted here..." He mumbled but you pretended not to hear him. You loved the boys, you really do and they have become such good friends. They've taught you a lot but you didn't know if your future was with KQ. You reached over to grasp his hand, bringing it to rest on your thigh.

"I would hate to disappoint you by saying one thing and doing another." You patted the back of his hand.

"Indigo, you would never disappoint me. I was being selfish by asking, you should do what's best for you and your career. Anyone would be lucky to have you on their team." He smiled.

"Thank you for saying that."

"I can't say I speak for the rest btu I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you had turned down a big opportunity just to stay with us." He said.

"Whatever you decide, wherever you go, we'll always be a family. You're not getting rid of us so easily." He grinned.

"Of course." You reached over to hug him. Wooyoung squeezed you tightly, the both of you letting out giggles. You realised that he was one of the ones that always appreciated tighter hugs.

"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat. You turned to see Mingi standing there, fresh out of the shower, towel slung over his shoulder and a judgemental eyebrow raised. You stifled a laugh as Wooyoung just continued to hold you, challenging Mingi.

"Let go." Mingi commanded.

"No. She was mine first." Wooyoung growled. Mingi squinted his eyes at Wooyoung, his jaw tense. He stepped forward and tried to separate the two of you.

"Ow, ow, Mings." You winced. Mingi immediately stopped and Wooyoung let you go.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?" Mingi cupped your cheeks, guilt and worry crossing his face. You laughed.

"I'm fine, Mings. Your rings were just digging into my collarbone." You rubbed your sore collar. Mingi let out a sigh of relief but he still felt bad for hurting you even in the slightest.

"This is your fault." Mingi hissed.

"ME?! How is it my fault? You were the one who came and interrupted!" Wooyoung yelled, feeling wronged for getting the blame. Mingi glared, his arm protectively curling around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his thigh. But you squirmed, remembering where you were and your conversation with Eden.

"We shouldn't, Mings. Someone might see." You told him gently, not wanting to hurt him by rejecting his affection.

"But we're in the artist lounge and you had no issue hugging him out in the open earlier." Mingi nodded over to Wooyoung, who rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"You're right, we shouldn't have done that." You told him.

As you turned to continue talking to Wooyoung and drink your coffee, Mingi frowned slightly. You were acting weird. But Mingi wasn't going to bring it up now when Wooyoung was here.

"What do you think, Mings?" You asked, turning back to him. Mingi blinked in confusion.

"What?"

"Are you alright?" You frowned in worry.

"Yeah, I am. Sorry, I just spaced out for a moment. What did you say, baby?" He raised his eyebrows to show that all his attention was on you now. From the expression on your face, Mingi knew that he didn't convince you but you didn't press further.

"Wooyoung suggested for the whole group to come over to my place tonight for dinner. We can have takeout and just chill. Also as a housewarming of sorts." You relayed.

"Oh. If that's what you want, baby. It's your house." Mingi smiled softly, stroking your hair.

"Is everyone free tonight?" His question now directed at Wooyoung.

"Yeah. There's Idol Radio table read but that ends at 7:30. We can just start first then Yunho and Hongjoong hyung join us when they're done." Wooyoung nodded.

"Only if you're not tired." Mingi said.

"But are you sure you guys can? Don't you want the night off to relax and sleep? Plus, you're all on your diets..." You checked.

"That's for us to worry about, baby. We can relax at your place too, like you said, it will be a chill night. I'm sure the boys miss hanging with you. As for the diets, how about we buy the food, hmm? We know what we can eat so we'll buy what we need. So you don't have to worry about a thing." Mingi kissed your temple.

"Okay." You nodded. Wooyoung giggled excitedly, sending the group chat the invite. Everyone replied almost immediately, excited to just kick back and chill with you tonight.

"I have to go for my English class. I'll see you two tonight." Wooyoung stood up.

"Thank you for the coffee and the chat." You waved back. Wooyoung sent you a wink, which made Mingi tighten his hold on you.

"What's your schedule for the rest of the day?" You asked him. Mingi took his phone out to check his schedule.

"Well, I finished my work out with the trainer for the day. Then at 4, it looks like I've got Japanese class. I might head to the studio afterwards just to check in with Eden for a bit." He said.

"Should I wait for you?"

"No need. It'll be chaotic tonight so go home and get some rest if you're done with your work." He rubbed your arm lovingly. You nodded, naturally leaning back against Mingi's chest until your brain reminded you again of your surroundings and you sat up.

"Baby, are you sure you're okay? Is something the matter? You know you can tell me anything." Mingi asked, his eyebrows coming together in worry.

"I-I know. I'm fine, I just remembered I have to submit one of my production drafts." You lied.

"Alright." He pressed his lips into a thin line.

"I'll see you tonight, Mings. Have a good lesson." You squeezed his hand with a small smile. Mingi nodded with a soft hum, wrapping an arm around you to hug you loosely and briefly.

Once you were out of sight, you let out a sigh of relief. Mingi was definitely suspicious now, you had to act more discreet, which meant you would need to change your own habits. You couldn't act comfortably around Mingi anymore and risk anyone else seeing the two of you together.

Mingi stood in the lounge, where you left him, staring at the hallway where you disappeared off to. There was a dull ache in his chest.

You were acting different, not entirely, but as if you were trying to put some distance between you and him. Mingi felt like his worse nightmare was happening right before his eyes.

Were you getting sick of him? Or this relationship?

The feelings you had for him, were they slowly fading away?

~

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[notallangelsaregood]

My thoughts on Spy x Family Chapter 83

Needless to say, my folks, huge manga spoilers ahead 🌹

Oh, boy, I was totally wrong! He he, but also, I got some things right!

No more guns, thanks, Lord! What was this wait? I was anxious, trying to keep my head off the upcoming update, and It was successful, I relaxed a little bit and BOOM, Sunday came, and I didn't even realize It was chapter's day, until I saw the notification on my smartphone and read it all in 10 seconds (have I mentioned I'm diagnosed with anxiety? No? Okay, yeah).

Now I'm trying to analyze a little bit of this week's chapter with you all while trying to stay sane till the next one, may Endo help us! So, I got a few hypotheses right! Actually, I believe only one 🤣

No revelations yet!

Which is something I'm really grateful for, even though we can not be sure if it will happen in the next chapters, I truly believe it won't. I feel like it's not the moment, the manga is at its peak (so is the anime) gaining a huge amount of notoriety and I don't Believe Endo would rush things, not right now. So I'm glad, I really feel revelations will make the story take a huge turn that we are not quite ready for it. There's so much to happen yet! What is the Garden? Which side is the organization it? What about Westalis? We know nothing. Spy x Family is a huge slow burn, and I'm all in for it.

CAN SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE? OH, WAIT, NO, NEVERMI-

Twillight is the one hurt, I'm surprised, truly. Yuri is quite a soldier, however, the hesitation present there was bigger than Twilight's ability, reflex and advantage (since he was the one pointing the gun first). My heart truly hurts for seeing him injured, I can't even explain. We've grown fond of our Spy, and It's not a nice feeling. At all

I know, I know he will be fine, he can't die or anything (haha, can he?😨) But still, it is making my heart hurts. In need for those "Yor takes care of Loid's wounds" fanfictions, please? Moving on.

See? Our Twilight is a smart guy. He senses his wavering. He knows it is there, but he doesn't understand why. He can't figure that by hurting (or killing) Yuri, he would deeply hurt Yor, and he would not do that. His unconscious is pretty clearly messing up with his conscious mind and decision-making. I doubt he will bring that up to the Handler, but it's possible, since they know each other very well. My guess is that Sylvia will just know. He won't even say a word and she will know.

Yeah, Yuri boy, I would totally be creeped out as well. His ability is outstanding and scary, even.

See? This guy had this major hypothesis (which is right?) figured in like, 5 seconds? He is so bright, Yor is proud as floof as she should. Yes, Yuri, he is someone close to you, someone observing you.

"But that doesn't matter now!" It will surely matter once you find out, but my guess is that he will keep that insight for himself, trying to figure it out on his own, but who knows? It will certainly be on his head, constantly.

Yuri's hair, I'm like 🤣 Our poor boy. Yes, Yuri, Twilight is tough, but so are you! What am I even saying? I don't have a side in this (kinda do). I want both of them not to be involved, never again fighting, for my heart's sake. They are both precious babies I want to keep them protected, but It's not up to us, right, Endo? Humpf...

Oh, well. GOOD THING he will live, Twilight, thank you for your unintentional totally intentional mercy.

I'm

Not okay. Look at his expression. I'm dying. I'm out of breath. Why is Endo like this? I mean, we are in a serious as floof situation, with conflict going on and you drew what? An expression like that which made me burst out laughing at 3 a.m? Dude.

He is a tough boy, I must admit.

Those expressions are killing me. And the worse, I don't know which one is which. That kick must have decreased the chances of a large family lineage for one of them, for sure 🍒 If you know what I mean.

Yuri on his fight mode is scary (not as much, but it is), just like his sister. I believe one of Endo's objectives is to make us scared of the Briar's brothers and damn, boy, yeah. I don't like that "I will kill everything on my way" expression.

This was such on point. I loved it, I mean, his floofing daughter is being raised by Yor, so I would consider it a huge plus. Besides, he is thinking of her consciously right now. It's not his unconscious, unknown feelings and thoughts. He is rationalizing and that's major.

Yeah, that resilience is not even NORMAL anymore. Mama Yor, can you pick me up? I'm scared 😨

Oh, well, okay, that's expected. Poor Yuri is going to be so hurt after this. I'm wondering if Yor will know about his or Twilight's injuries, she is not as bright as his brother, but she can think about it later, can't she? I wonder If Yuri will visit her while recovering. The tension in the air if Loid is also on this meeting. Damn. This was so much better than a revelation or a simply hurt Twilight. This growing tension makes things so much better (and torturing).

He is such a good brother.

And this expression right here is a Twilight on Twilight Conflicted Mode. Yeah, I just made that up, but he is clearly conflicted, may be in pain and not getting understanding a single thought coming from his mind. Only focused on getting out of there, leaving that behind.

Okay, from this part on I understood ✨ nothing ✨

My reasoning is not that nice and I should be sleeping right now, but I can't due to anxiety, so bear with me, please.

Yes, it did! WISE is the best, haha, wha-

Okay, she is also incredible smart, yada yada, I don't want to write about Fiona. Let's move on!

Damn, folks. Theories? My brain is jello. I can't even function due to the last of sleep, but here I am. Make sure to talk to me in the comments, I really appreciate it. Sorry for any misspelling or typos. Be sure to leave a beautiful kudo and talk to me about what you think will happen next!

I'm certainly less nervous about it, our last chapter was very open to where this one would go, and I'm glad of two things, mainly

No time skip! It started right where it was left.

Our boys are fine! Yuri will be fine. Thank you, Endo!

I miss our girls so much, and Bond boy! 😭

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Do you think if, at the end of Eclipse, prior to the wedding happening, Jacob stayed true to his promise to not see Bella anymore, broke his friendship with her and went full ignore mode, would Bella still fall apart? Or would the wedding, honeymoon and baby debacle (assuming they move to Not-Forks to make sure the wolves dont learn about Renesmee) be enough to distract/push Bella into moving on from Jacob?

I am curious at what was the point of no return with Jacob where Bella made herself so dependent on him that should he leave or die she would fall apart and stay apart.

I mean, this kind of happened canonically.

Bella wasn't sure that Jacob was going to show at the wedding, when he did, she was elated and surprised, but it was him saying "this'll be the last time I see you" and Bella believing that. Bella before the wedding, knowing she was losing Jacob, was nowhere near the mess she was in New Moon when Edward had left her and was doing relatively quite well.

She was focused on the wedding, nervous about it, but excited, was excited for her honeymoon even when she watched Jacob be physically dragged out of the wedding after she told him "I'm going to be pistoned to death by a vampire! :D" and she really didn't think about Jacob much at all during the entire honeymoon bit until he shows up on the Cullen doorstep and sees Bella has entered the plot of Rosemary's Baby.

Bella of course then is very glad he's there, is thrilled he's protecting her and is her friend once more through this time, and after the initial shock of the imprinting and initial rage is quite happy to have Jacob permanently in her life because of it.

The thing was that Bella knew she had to pick between Edward and Jacob, she tried to get them to agree to neutrality where she could have both, but Jacob wouldn't have it so she chose Edward. That was the entire plot of Eclipse essentially, realizing she couldn't have both and realizing that to have Edward she had to let Jacob go and making that sacrifice despite knowing it would be losing her emotional anchor and best friend.

She was extremely upset about it, devastated in Eclipse, but she got over it and made her choice.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The One That Got Away - Part fourteen

Negan Masterlist

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Part 13

Warning:  swearing, smut

To say your life was stressful at the moment would be an understatement, it was a fuck-show. Negan managed to make bail and for that you were grateful, what was causing the stress was that he wouldn't leave you the fuck alone. The minute he was released, Negan had sent you a text and you had warned him to keep a distance while the case was running its course, but he refused to listen. He would send text after text, wanting to see you and each time you would decline his requests. Doing everything possible to keep the distance, even to the point of taking double shifts not to be at home the first week after he was released.

You were deadass tired pulling up into your driveway, realizing now that maybe doing double shifts for a week and a half was not such a good idea after all. Luckly for you though, your Captain had forced three days of leave onto you.

Getting out of your car in auto mode, you were shocked sober discovery your door was already unlocked when attempting to unlock it.

Unholstering your gun, you quietly proceeded through the front door. The living-room lights were still off but the kitchen lights were on though.

"Jesus, Negan..." you exhale heavily finding him eating the kitchen.

"I almost fuckin' shot you."

"Hi Baby..." Negan smiles, getting up from the chair to greet you.

You frown at him, holstering your gun.

"What are you doing here?"

"Came to see ya" Negan responds, wrapping his arms around you.

Placing a hand against his chest, you push yourself from out of his embrace.

"I told you to stay away."

"Relax, Baby" Negan pulls you back in his arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Case ended today, so there's nothing to worry about."

You stare up at him in surprised confusion.

"What? And you didn't get time?"

"Took a plea bargain" Negan explains smirking.

"Got probation."

"That's good, as well as surprising news..." you double-take at his words.

"Yeah, your advice to Lucille helped in persuading the DA into agreeing."

You felt your stomach begin to turn at the mention of his wife.

"Glad it helped" you respond with a weak smile.

"Yeah, now we can get back to us" Negan tips down to nuzzle his nose suggestively against the side of your neck.

Attempting to fight the urge to give in, you let out a tense breathe in warning.

"Negan..."

"Fuck, I missed you..." Negan softly nips at your throat.

"Negan, wait!" you interrupt his trail of kisses going any further.

Immediately halting, Negan looks up, cupping your face in concern.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?"

"Can we just take a step back for a second?"

"Sure" Negan nods, releasing his hold on you.

"You ok?"

"Just a need a moment to absorb all the information" you answer with a head nod.

"Ok" Negan nod in understanding, offering then.

"I made dinner... we can talk while eating?"

Your resolve to resist his charms weakening even more at his thoughtfulness, you couldn't contain a faint smile.

"Thank you."

"How you been doing, Baby?" Negan initiates the start of conversation whilst the two of you ate.

Pausing from eating, you turn your attention to him with a faint smile.

"Exhausted but ok. Been doing double shifts for over a week."

Negan frowns at your words in displeasure.

"That's fucked up. You should rest."

"Have the next three days off. Plan on doing just that."

"Awesome!" Negan grins at you.

"I'm staying the night, by the way..."

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" you squint at him in confusion.

"And where's your car? It wasn't parked in the driveway."

"Parked across the street to surprise ya, probably didn't notice it with how tired ya are" Negan responds, looking down at the tabletop like a kid that got caught with his hand in cookie jar thereafter.

"About work..."

You arche a brow in suspicion at his last remark.

"Why do I have the feeling I ain't gonna like what you're about to confess?"

With a guilty grimace, Negan stares up at you then.

"I got fired."

"What?!" you stare at him open mouthed.

"Yeah. Turns out, the guy I beat up is a parent of one of the kids I teach. Asshole found out and got me fired."

"What-the-fuck?!" your eyes widen in shock.

"Seriously?"

"Yup..." Negan exhales heavily in response.

"I'm officially, unemployed."

"What the fuck you gonna do now?" was your only response due to the shock.

"Don't know..." Negan shrugs, dropping his palms onto the table.

"It is what it is. Figure it out as I go."

Frowning mm a bit in displeasure at it all but knowing it was out of your control, you inhale deeply, releasing it then.

"Ok." 

You weren't sure what time it was but the by the lack of sunlight blaring through your bedroom window, you knew it was still quite early in the morning. What you were quite sure about, was what had woken you up; the heavy breathing of your lover in the crook of your neck whilst he slowly ground his erection against your ass.

"Negan...? What time is it?" you utter out sleepily.

"3am..." Negan slurs, peppering kisses along your neck.

"And you're still awake...?" you whimper out as he paws at you breast.

"Was sleeping..." he mutters out in-between kiss.

"Dreamt I was fucking you, then this woke me up..." Negan emphasis the statement by bucking his erection harder against your ass.

"Sounds like a good dream..." you hum in response.

"Know what would be even better...?" Negan whispers against your ear.

"If I fucked you right now..."

"Sounds even better..." you moan when Negan's hands drift downward to cup your mound.

"Let's get this out the way" Negan lightly tugs at the seam of your panties, and you lift your hips to assist him in slipping them off.

"Much better..." he sighs out in satisfaction, pulling your leg over his own for better access.

"Open up for Daddy."

"Daddy?!" you burst out laughing, burying your face into the pillow.

"Really...?" Negan scoff, scowling down at you.

"I'm playing with your pussy and you're laughing...?"

"Sorry... sorry..." you snicker in response, tears threatening to spill from your eyes from laughing.

"Just, you referring to yourself as 'Daddy' is so fuckin' hilarious."

Not being to contain himself, Negan giggles as well.

"Not that keen on the 'Daddy' thing I take it?"

"Nope" you shake your head, chuckling.

"You still wanna fuck?"

"Yup" you eagerly nod.

"Thank God..." Negan groans in relief, pushing himself hard your ass.

"Just 'bout to burst here."

"Then what's the holdup?" you tease him by pushing your ass against his crouch.

"I'll show you; a holdup, fuckin' brat!" Negan growls, tightly gripping your thigh and notching the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Ooo... I'm so scared..." you teasingly chuckle but its cut short by the snap of Negan's hips as he buried himself deep inside you.

Negan wraps a hand around your throat, gently running his nose up and down your cheek as he applied pressure around your neck.

"Where's that fuckin' smartass mouth of yours now...?"

"Negan..." you manage to whimper.

"What's wrong baby...?" Negan tauntingly smirks at you.

Pissed off at his cockiness, you growl at him.

"Fuckin' move, Old Man...!"

Negan's grip around your throat tightens then.

"I'll show you, Old!" 

Part 15

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[tvmigraine]

Disney (Almost) Made an Anniversary Kamen Rider

You remember during the 2000s where Disney owned Power Rangers? It wasn't a bad era in terms of what was put out, but maybe I'm bias because I grew up with it. Running from Ninja Storm to RPM, Disney had a troubling run with the show - the quality was good for a kid's show, but Disney did not like making it. It's not a secret that they were trying to bury Power Rangers, the show only continuing after RPM because it was bought back by Saban. It doesn't feel like a coincidence they sold back Power Rangers less than a year after buying Marvel Entertainment.

And ever since, Disney has had no interest in Tokusatsu as a genre. You could argue the closest they ever came was Mech-X4, a Disney XD show about a kid controlling a giant robot to save his town.

Then rolls around the 100th anniversary. Tokusatsu is still as popular as ever in Japan and, while Super Sentai isn't as popular as it used to be, Kamen Rider has been going strong ever since it's revival in the Heisei Era.

If Disney wanna make money in Tokusatsu, it makes sense to put it in Kamen Rider.

This is the Imagination Belt. It was released last month and, honestly, I'm glad I got back into Kamen Rider in time to see the strangest anniversary celebration yet. It was produced by Bandai and I won't pretend this is officially a Kamen Rider product - it's made by the same company, but that's not enough to call it that.

But it sure takes a lot of the beats!

As a person who has previously rambled about a non-existent canon surrounding a Sonic Screwdriver toy, I really appreciate that this gives me more to talk about inherently. Kamen Rider historically has been getting more and more Riders with every era of the show and this toy is no different - ten different Disney icons made into marketable... keys... how did they not do Sora-

Nevermind, I'm glad they didn't.

The designs aren't great, I won't pretend they are, if you're a fan of Kamen Rider. It's clear the character designs were leaning closer to Kingdom Hearts (or even Spectrobes, if you remember that), so it's hard to judge them in terms of your typical Tokusatsu outfit. That being said, the consistency of the goggles does imply something about this uniform - if it's as important as the belt to be included on everyone, that's notable.

There's also a notable detail with the Imagination Belt itself - the Keys. Half of them are Gold, half of them are Silver, inherently splitting the team of Riders (Imaginators? Imagineers? Disney Adults?) in half. It implies simply that the goals of all the Riders don't align, that perhaps they're in a battle.

The Character Selection is also brought to mind. I imagine it's based on multiple factors, like popularity in that area and inclusion of specific brands... but that doesn't stop them being weird. Including specific representatives for Marvel, Lucasfilms and Pixar absolutely make sense - the choice of Woody is textbook. Iron Man equally makes sense, but the design has him look (personally) more like Lightning McQueen, which may just be a flaw of similar colour schemes.

But Grogu? Ya coulda picked anyone from Star Wars and... I get that The Mandalorian is probably the best received in pop culture... but the implications that he's getting his powers from a space baby is quite funny.

NOTE: The specific split of teams is Gold Keys belong to Mickey, Minnie, Simba, Woody and Iron Man - Silver Keys belong to Snow White, Moana, Tiana, Elsa and Grogu.

They also have built in power-up modes, specifically "Full Max" which seems to grant a power boost based on related characters - Mickey's Full Max gets help from Donald, Goofy and Pluto, meanwhile Simba has Timon and Pumbaa for example. But in your typical Tokusatsu, if your power-up involves other iconography, that tends to involve beating monsters. Are the monsters for "Imagination Belt" other Disney characters? Were Donald and Goofy evil beasts that had to be defeated? Did Woody have to beat Buzz Lightyear and the other Toys-Turned-Monsters? Minnie's Full Max is her with a cat, did Minnie Mouse have to fight a CAT?!

But onto the Lore Implications...

There's easily enough here to build an insane fanfiction, as you're about to see, but this does continue a point that I really appreciate about toys - kids, collectibles, whatever you want. You can tell your own story and it's not even difficult. Everyone has inherent creativity and, given a small amount of time, you can make any story out of any objects.

Case in point...

"Imagination Belt", to me, feels like Ryuki or Geats - it is a Rider War (Disney Adult War) where these two factions of "heroes" are fighting. It's probably against each other, Gold vs Silver, but you can imagine there are other monsters in between as your usual plot hooks.

The "Riders" of this world likely have their powers from raw imagination - passion for something that manifests in the Keys, giving them power in return. If the imagination becomes twisted.

Based on appearances, the Iron Man and Grogu Riders probably are leading both teams, the conflict started by the both of them and spiraling from there. Mickey is the obvious protagonist, Grogu looks like he'd make a good rival to keep the protagonist moving forward.

And there may be only ten official keys but Disney is an all-consuming black hole of creativity. There could be a lot more and you know it.